But, it is the start of Spring. Blue skies do eventually appear and I do a little dance every time a flower pokes it's head through the damp soil. March sucks, but it has a purpose. It's here to make you want to open the windows and let the Spring air in, but its cold air forces you to remember how great that will feel. Everything should be appreciated in its own time. Yesterday I put up Easter decorations, despite my husband's concerned look. It is very much too early. I should slow down and enjoy shamrocks before they become passé. No doubt I will get tired of Easter egg window clings in a few weeks, or not even notice them at all. Just like the pat-pat-pat on the roof top--it will soon be few and far between.
Next week I will have surgery on a knee who has aged far faster than the rest of my body. A simple dislocation on Valentine's Day 1999, when my brother and I goofed around and produced the loudest, horrendous grinding pop known to man, has been quite painful the last few weeks. You are 28? the ortho doc asks. I pretend I can't read black and white pictures on the screen. Where did the last 15 years go? I wonder. Maybe I shouldn't have played tennis or became a nurse. Did I treat my body like I should have or did it become something I acknowledged then forgot about? The surgery should be simple, like the original injury. I look forward to the downtime and binging on television shows and sleep.
However, I know I need to be present in the next 15. Take the next couple of months to rehab, as shitty and miserable as it will be, and to be patient with each step. March is the worst month in Washington, but transition isn't always a bad thing.
On a side note, how cute are these two deer, munching on the flowers which I have reserved a dance with?
They don't even notice the rain. You could even argue the fluffy one is enjoying it.
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