Honestly, nothing really exciting happened this week, so I’m not really sure what to write about, but here are a few thoughts I’ve had or things I’ve dealt with over the past few days.
I really hope I’m done with white-knuckle drives for a while. We’ve had some heavy rain this week, too, though I haven’t gone hydroplaning down I-5 this time around, so things are looking up.
Some of our bulbs are starting to sprout. I expect to see crocus blooms soon, though I’m thankful they aren’t blooming yet. I guess the snow was good for something? In years past, if the crocus bulbs bloom early, it’s a sign that I might not have as much time to work with when it comes to planning my annual trip to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival. Mom and I usually go together, and we try to work out a day when both of us can go, but that can be difficult. Last year, due to the mild winter and warm spring, the tulips were well spent by the time we were able to make it up there. Sure, I got some great photos of the landscape and the old buildings up there are always a joy to see (we like to see if certain long abandoned barns and houses are still standing, too), but I was really disappointed that we didn’t see the fields and fields of tulips. We have a great time finding the one red tulip among the yellow or vice versa, but last year we didn’t get to see that. I’m hoping the colder winter makes the tulip season last a little longer. We’ll see. If not, well, I have plenty of tulips in the flowerbeds at home to photograph.
I did some necessary clothes shopping a couple days ago. I do not like this task, and I try to avoid for as long as possible. Why? Because I can never seem to find anything I would really like to wear. Sure, shopping for black pants to wear to work is easy, but what about outside of work? I’m more and more frequently having to turn to the internet to find t-shirts I would actually enjoy wearing. And then there’s the checkout lanes. I like stores that have the self-checkout registers, but this store did not, so I had to wait. Patiently. As the years go by it seems I am less and less patient. I don’t know where this patience goes. It doesn’t help that whenever I go shopping, I always wander in when there’s only one register open (it doesn’t matter what time of the day it is) and I almost always get stuck behind at least one shopper who has an issue with their purchase. For example, and I know this wasn’t the shopper’s fault, one of the items the person in front of me wanted didn’t have a price tag, they found it on the clearance rack, and it was the only one of those left in the store. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the cashier to figure out what to do about this issue. I’ve seen similar situations occur where it took a fair amount of time to resolve. Those were times I was sorely tempted to put all the items in my basket back and try again on another day. There have been days when I’ve walked into a store with the idea of purchasing a couple of things, seen one register open with a long line, and turned right back around. “Nope! Not today.”
One of my co-workers failed to make an appearance this morning. We haven’t been able to get a hold of him, either. Again. We hope he’s okay, of course, but this is getting old. We don’t particularly like calling the boss in their off time, but my partner needed to get the ball going on getting someone to come in and relieve him. I hope that worked out okay, though I suspect I might be working a few extra hours tomorrow morning. Our other colleague on day shift lamented at the number of co-workers he’s worked with over the past couple of years. He’s enjoyed working with a few of them, but then they’ve gone and done something that can’t be ignored.
The cats have been a little weird lately. Sometimes they want to snuggle with me all day, and then there are days where I can’t seem to find them. Or one will want to snuggle, then leave as soon as their person gets home, and it’s weird since they don’t hang out with me all that much. Usually they’re a bit more consistent with affection or bouts of ignoring.