Spring crept closer this week with diminished snows all around. Pockets of the white stuff remain visible from our windows on the mountain peaks and in spots where the sun doesn't hit full force for much of the day.This afternoon, however, a mountain thunderstorm rolled through and pelted us with pea-size hail for about 15 minutes, or at least long enough to cover the front yard. (This photo taken from my office window) The storm rumbled several hours ago, so now most of the hail has melted away, yet when I look across at the pasture on the other side of the road, if I didn't know better, I'd believe it was covered with a fine crop of dandelions gone to seed.
The last week flew by in a blink as they all do.
Monday Miles-Guy returned to the "Grandpa and Grandma Day Care and Spa" because Meg's job required her presence for meetings. Tuesday, the much-hoped for FedEx Guy did show up with my luggage (left behind at O'Hare during my return trip). So, unpacking, sorting and stowing stuff, laundry filled in the brief moments of my day not taken up with my guys.
Wednesday Glenn and I braved the world of "errands with an infant" and took Miles to Pocatello . . . stops to pick up our patio door screens, a new water filter, and more. . . not the least of which was grocery shopping. . .reminded us just how much work it is to be ever watchful and wary with the little guy.
An aside here about the wonders of the free market economy. Despite the fact that my undergraduate minor was economics, sometimes the whole capitalism thing puzzles me. In the produce department two signs: Ten Pounds Idaho Russet Potatoes - $2.99 and Ten Pounds Oregon Russet Potatoes - $1.79. It just doesn't seem quite right.
In a similar vein, my salivary glands took off seeing rhubarb in the store, too. But, at $1.99 a pound. . . well, rhubarb is a fruit from my youth. My folks ALWAYS had rhubarb plants, no matter where we lived. I am not accustomed to buying rhubarb, and forced myself to pass this one time. Perhaps next time I will bow to self-induced impulses! My hope is that the four rhubarb roots I ordered from Michigan Bulb Company, and which Glenn and Meghan planted near Chez Jurgen, will really do well and next year I'll again have an abundant crop.
Thursday drifted by uneventfully; we'd hope to get Miles outside for a walk in his stroller, but cool temps and breezy conditions nixed that idea. Friday Glenn and I spent a good portion of the day back in Pocatello . . . dropping off my laptop for a tune-up, a stop a Sears for a refrigerator filter, a run-through the St. Vincent's store and then a pop-in at Ace Hardware where we re-supplied our dry fly inventory for the upcoming season. That evening we indulged ourselves with a delicious dinner at home.
During the Wed. shopping excursion, Glenn picked us up some fresh halibut. Mmm. Halibut on the grill, freshly baked bread, a nice green 'n fruit salad with homemade dressing and a bottle of Chardonnay. Scrumptious.
Saturday the plan involved another rototilling of the garden spot and planting the cold-weather veggies but rain interceded. According to the weather forecast, our next opportunity to plant may not be until Friday, May 8. Rain every day between now and then. So, instead Glenn and I spent several hours measuring, remeasuring, contemplating and considering the hanging of our plate rails. Finally got them hung . . . perfectly level I might add. . . and a few more of our personal things displayed.
Today an impromptu visit by Meg and Miles, plus vacuuming and dusting, more laundry and the day has again drifted by. Shortly, we intend to take our daily walk (although the look out the same window as the photo above suggests another rain shower may be imminent).
Tomorrow we have appointments for eye exams and new glasses and will also assist Meg. She has a dental appointment so Miles will be making a short appearance and then riding with us to Poky for a rendevous with his mom.
The upcoming week will involve (hopefully) finishing up of the reporting and correspondence dictated by the Altrusa conference, cleaning my office (always a whirlwind of paper!) and enjoying our time with Miles. Thursday evening friend Dixie and I have tickets for a Taste of Home cooking school being held at the Red Lion Hotel.
Perhaps next weekend the garden will get planted . . . weather permitting!
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