I'm Back ...

Not Again?
OAFS Photo

My latest sojourn down in the Old Line State has come to an end. With The Missus Herself out in California, with three feet of snow on the ground, I made the call to flee to the south, see The Nuke and her tribe. It was a good call. Though the 2nd of March presented that opening scene ...

It didn't last. What you see is about all we received, maybe another few fractions of an inch, but no more. As Shakespeare might have said ...

Much ado about nothing

But it was picturesque as one might imagine. Sitting on the sun porch, one of my favorite spots down there, just watching the world go by as the snow gently fell.

Unlike two weeks ago when Little Rhody (and much of the Northeast along the coast) got hammered by a blizzard which left three feet of the white stuff. But that, thank you very much, lies in our wake as winter is winding down. The robins have returned from the deep woods and can be seen cavorting on the grass. At least in Maryland they are.

The trip down was pleasant and uneventful, the trip back was much the same. Flying solo I could leave as early as you like and crank the tunes up on the CD player (yes, I have one in my car, most convenient it is.) Surprisingly, I didn't listen to music the entire way, I like a little peace and quiet from time to time as much as the next man.

No. Really.

Anyhoo ...

Got back to the picture below Sunday instant.

What Snow?
OAFS Photo

Most of of it is gone. Driveway is clear, street is clear, mailbox is accessible, all is well.

Thanks to juvat for keeping the fires burning while I was away.

Good man there.

Too much death lately, in the world and personally. I know it's inevitable but it still sucks when it hits close. Friends losing significant others, friends losing beloved pets, it's all too effing much sometimes.

But life, and love, goes on.

I hope you have it, if not, I hope you find it.

Peace.

Miss those days. Miss that band.