Touch of spring

"You love this town,
Even if that doesn't ring true.
You've been all over,
And it's been all over you.
It's a beautiful day;
Don't let it get away."

-- U2, Beautiful Day


The morphine has worn off. I am tired.

I spent Sunday night in the ER with a headache-turned-monster. Things are looking fine, but since Mom died of head-related stuff, I take it seriously when I get like that. I am thankful it's not often. Zoe and I both have follow-ups on Wednesday to clear up our new 'Burgh aches and pains.

Outside of the hospital visit, it was a beautiful weekend. Despite the forecast for sunny skies, it was damp and cool and dreary. Pittsburgh never looked more wonderful to me. I went outside with Zoe and ran her up and down the driveway on her bike in between drizzles. I took a drive to a country restaurant with Joe and bought juicy Florida strawberries. It was WARM.

I could hear birds. BIRDS. I could see robins and blue jays, and there are spiders and bugs and I even saw a hornet scoping out the corners of my dad's garage. The bulbs are bulbing from from the flower bed and there are signs of creatures throughout the yard. I had the windows open as I took a stab at some cleaning upstairs, and it was so refreshing... and noisy.

People were out -- outside. There was sawing and hammering and revving and yelling and kids screeching. SPRING! I had the sunroof open on the way to work this morning, and at lunch time the city crawled with pedestrians coming out of their workaday cocoons, jacketless and happy. The silence of winter is lifting.

But it's supposed to be down to 30 again tomorrow. How can it be?



Tomorrow I throw my first meeting at work, yet I'm remarkably calm. Work is fine. House-hunting is fun. I'm crazy about Joe. I'm healthy enough for now. Zoe is doing wonderfully. And I'll be back in South Florida in a few weeks.

I think I can not only handle a bit more cold and snow, but I would appreciate the fucking hell out of it.