I miss snowdrops

And here it is, almost the end of March. My birthday is in a week, and I keep forgetting. Twenty-seven is a strange age. I don't have a silly letter to look forward to like last year. On my birthday, I will go to work, spend my lunchtime knitting at church with my favorite ladies (like I do every Tuesday), go to class online for three hours, then probably have a glass of wine. And cake. There should be cake. Like the one I made last year. Or cheesecake. If only I had written down my invented recipe for dark chocolate lime cheesecake.

Today I noticed the twisty green tulip leaves coming up as I was walking in the wet snow with my umbrella. Springtime is when Wyoming gets its wettest and most erratic snowfall. I miss springtime in Washington, with mild weather and damp mornings, flowers pushing their way toward the sun, trees budding out everywhere. Wyoming spring is a disappointment. Summer is lovely, fall is even better. But spring is just a collection of gritty snowmelt and puddles, a cruel combination of winter and summer. Yes, we have lovely days, we have sunshine and 60 degrees, but such days are fleeting and fickle.

Spring break just ended. We have six weeks left in the semester. I have my second cold of the winter. I am particularly fed up with a particular class.

However, in mid-April I will be flying to San Diego for a wedding, so at least I have that to look forward to. And then in May I'm not taking any classes. That will be a blessed respite.

And then, and then...in August I will be halfway done with grad school. Last August, when I started classes, I began knitting a blanket with fairly fine yarn on fairly small needles. It's a simple pattern I can follow while listening to lectures. I've knitted about seven of twenty skeins so far. The way I figure it, I'll be done with the blanket about the time I graduate. And meanwhile, it will keep my lap warm.

Comments

[bonnie]

I've missed your postings. Thank you for letting me into your life through your words. I wish we could be there for your birthday. your adoring mom

[Katie]

I can't believe you're 27. That pretty much evaporates the age gap in my mind. There really isn't much difference between 27 and 29, or even 25 and 29. 20 and 22 though? Different.