February 13, 2011

 On a positive note, the snow has begun to melt.  Which brings me to a negative note...when the snow leaves, the mud shows up. On Thursday, the UPS man brought me a new pair of jeans, a size smaller than the ones I bought  last year.  I wore them  to work on Friday, got out of the truck and watched as my foot sunk ankle deep.  I got mud all over my pants cuff.

I forget sometimes that I am not in Philadelphia.  In Philly, I lived in Mt Airy and taught in West Philadelphia.  That meant that none of my students or colleagues knew where, exactly, I was.  I could run down to the trash dumpster or to the laundry room in my jammies, and no one( except the man down the hall who was a chubby chaser) cared.  This morning, I put on my robe and took out the  trash.  Just as I was heading back into the house, one of my co-workers drove by, waved.  Attired in my robe and fuzzy slippers, I waved back.  Another difference between here and Philly:   in Philadelphia, except for mail carriers, no one is up before noon.  Out here, if you're not up and out by seven, you've missed half the day.

Check out that foot print, will you?  Oh well, my Park Seed catalogue arrived with the jeans. Since coming out here, this is the first year that I've had a place with   a little yard. I think I'm going to order some container vegetable plants, maybe some herbs.  The last frost date is so much earlier than it is in Pennsylvania. Of course, if I start them, I'll have to put them in the truck and carry them back to Pittsburgh when school is out or they'll die.  Wonder if they'd survive the trip?



Today is my Grandad Baker's birthday.  He was such a great guy that I don't want to just knock something out. I'll give it some thought and write about him next week.  Let's just say he loved his family and worked hard all of his life to provide for them.  A true man of his era.