Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Sign #2 of Spring on Cape Cod: My Husband's Annual Poison Ivy Attack
My husband gets poison ivy like it's his job. Right on schedule, every spring the evil weed seeks out Mark's skin, and I think lymph nodes too. He's one of those people who gets a tiny little spot that within hours morphs into a blistering, oozing patch of itchy hamburger. By day he stoically soldiers on, dutifully applying prescription ointments and popping his prednisone, not so much as touching a spot, much less scratching. It's torture for him. But by night in the vulnerability of sleep, the bed shakes as he rakes at his flesh. I feel so bad for him. This year's attack was less overwhelming in its reach, only showing up in a couple of spots. However, it made up for its sparseness with its appearance in the most unfortunate areas...poor guy!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Signs of Spring: Sign #3: Right Whales in the Bay
A right whale fluke on Cape Cod Bay as seen from a Dolphin Fleet boat yesterday by my friend Laura. Wish I was there!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Top 10 Takeaways from Enterprising Women 4/14/11
These were the top 10 gems for me from yesterday's fantastic conference:
1. Don't cry.
2. Play nice with the other girls.
3. Don't apologize.
4. Go to church.
5. Get over yourself.
6. Listen to your gut.
7. Pick good partners, in love and work.
8. Give yourself options.
9. Be brave.
10. Tell the truth.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Signs of Spring: Sign #4 My Birthday!
This year I was late for my own birthday. I'm probably too old having any business bothering with such silliness, but nonetheless, I do care. Birthdays are awesome. In fact, until I earned rights to Mother's Day, my birthday was the greatest day ever. Well, after Christmas. Christmas is always pretty good. But my birthday has always been one of my favorite signals that spring would finally be here. Yay! Happy to me!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Sign #5 of Spring: PEEPERS!
Peepers are by far my absolute most favorite sign of spring. I don't know what it is, but the first evening I hear that chorus of tiny little screes, I just have to smile. Listen to them here.
For those of you who live west of the Mississippi, peepers are little frogs whose mating call gives them their name. They congregate by the hundreds in wetlands during their spring mating season and make that peeping sound all night long. Across the street from my house there is a pond that must be some sort of peeper Vegas. Tonight they were carrying on like frat boys in Panama. Yee haw!
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