OMG, I think it’s here. The sun is shining, even if the wind
is strong. Isn’t there something about March winds? The air smells different.
Fresher, cleaner. Hubs and I had our first sundae of the season at Captain
Sundae’s last week, so it must be Spring!
I feel so much more energized when it’s sunny. I even went
for a walk yesterday. It was short, but it felt good. I’m going to try to go
every day. Gotta toughen up for vacation. LOL
I’ve been going to physical therapy for my back for four
weeks now, and it’s really helping. Plus, I’ve been learning a lot about the
reason I’m in pain—besides the arthritis in my spine. You know the commercial
that says you have to keep moving to help arthritis, but arthritis makes it
hurt to move. A vicious cycle. When you don’t move (because it hurts to move),
muscles tighten up.
The therapist has been working my hip muscles, which were
really tight. And he’s given me exercises to do at home. Just a couple. He said
they’ve found out if they give patients a whole list of home exercises, patients
won’t do them. Too overwhelming. So true. At any rate, I’m getting outside and
walking, keeping the hip muscles loose. A rolling walker really helps, too. Just
like a shopping cart gets me through Walmart, Meijer’s, and Costco.
Now that the snow is gone, it’s so great to see green grass
and the tips of daffodils poking through the ground. Birds are back. A mourning
dove sat on our deck rail and serenaded us. The mallards are back in the pond.
Can’t wait to see the babies. Hubs is all set to feed them again.
Unfortunately, the geese have found their way back, too. I keep meaning to
borrow my daughter’s dog to chase away the geese before they leave “deposits”
all over the backyard.
Despite the sun, it’s still chilly here in West Michigan. At
least the gray skies of winter are gone. I hope.
The Case of the
Fabulous Fiancé starts in winter and goes into just the beginning of
spring. The next book, The Case of the
Meddling Mama, will take place in spring. There’s one thing you’ll see on
the cover. Tulips. Can’t have spring in West Michigan without tulips.
So here’s to Spring, a time of rebirth.
