Patchwork

I have lately thought more than once, "hmm, I should blog about that!". But alas, I am enjoying a sojurn (is that the correct use of that word?) with my parents (having moved out of the-house-formerly-known-as-the-Beehive and waiting for the new Beehive to get an electrical upgrade and a newly enforced retaining wall so it doesn't fall into the French Creek) and they have the dreaded dial-up AND a cold basement wherein resides their computer. But here at the Public Library the heat is on full blast (dear God I hope they're not using oil!) and the internet is lightning fast.
Firstly, an enormous grateful shout-out to everyone who helped me move. With all your kind effort it seemed like a breeze! The loan of a van here, the shuttling of countless grocery and trash bags full of goods and the hefting of ridiculous furniture there and it all came together just right. Although I'm sure Jane would have considered it about 48 hours past just right (I'm so ashamed, Jane!) Let's all do it again in May! (A collective groan is heard thoughout the township.)
The other day I saw something so rare and beautiful that no human being could ever have had the idea to try to create it and would probably have failed if he tried. A layer of snow covered with an icy crust that lay on someone's red metal roof had folded itself like ribbon as it gave in to the perfect heat of the languid post storm sun. Remarkable!
Perhaps I was all the more inclined to appreciate the sight because the snow and ice had, just a day ago, created the perfect conditions to facilitate me nearly careening into a pond in my car. How sweet it is to be alive!
Shoot! I can't remember the other things I wanted to share! Well, with any luck, another afternoon will surely find me enjoying the decadence of our tax dollars at work and perhaps I will remember them then. More likely a whole new batch of oddities will be trying to escape from me!