THERE you are! Where did the last ten days go?
Well, lemme tell you, March madness has struck hard around here.
If you know my family, you know that we love basketball. Not as much as we love football, but hey, it’s a good distraction while we wait for the calendar to roll back around to spring training and recruiting news. Mr. Official is watching NCAA games today, and my next pedicure will be BLAZING orange to show my love for Cuonzo and the boys, no matter how they do in the NIT.
This March Madness is not just THAT March Madness.
This March madness of which I speak is the perfect storm kind of madness, when you triangulate certain cataclysmic events. In this case, it is madness to the second power (MM-squared) because the cataclysmic events came in pairs:
- early spring necessitated a flurry of spring chores;
- the arrival of DST coincided with an accidental caffeine withdrawal;
- the urge to clean and change the decor occurred at precisely the same time my Dyson’s beater bar decided to quit.
The fallout from the madness has taken a huge toll on my organizational skills and blogging schedule. Even last week’s menu was a no-show. But in the balance, our fence row has been cleared and the scruff and brush all burned off. I’ve successfully navigated the annual DST gauntlet and my caffeine intake is back to normal. We ARE eating, even if my menu is still stuck in time. The mantel, entry way and dining room are decked out for Easter.
And my tomatoes and peppers are sprouting and growing, (and until I fix the beater bar, we’re going to have to ignore that dirt crumbs beneath the plant stand and the pesky pet hair on the rugs.) It won’t be long before brushing against the plants releases that scent that is intoxicating and unmistakably summer. And that’s when the madness really sets in.
To make matters even more mad, there’s a third moon this month.