pocket full of memories

Our lilacs are starting to bud, and I can't wait for spring. We keep getting teaser weather followed by gloom and wind. I really want to go outside and work in my garden and am frustrated that instead I'm confined to looking out the window at all the work that needs to be done.

I'm listening to Jason Mraz right now, I have been organizing our CD collection, and found this relic of 2002. I think it's Eric's, which was surprising to me, doesn't really seem like his type of music. I don't even like JM that much, but I do like that he is from Mechanicsvilles and so I feel closer to home listening. Also, I have really funny memories of Elizabeth Sieb when I hear it too. . .

Mary Rothlisberger dropped in on us the other day with her friend Lisa. She called our house phone, and I almost didn't answer because the number looked like a telemarketer's. I'm glad I did answer; there was a girl claiming to be Mary on the line. The only thing was I didn't recognize her voice or believe her at all when she said she was in Los Alamos. I thought it was some crazy person who had stalked us via our blog. It was really funny when we finally figured it all out; we got to catch up for a couple hours before she left as quickly as she had come. Seeing her made my day.

I had a nice weekend with Helena and James, they were in good moods, which was nice considering James has been rather a pill lately. Eric was gone leading a confirmation retreat, but some ladies from church brought some food over and Caryn K. came by and played with H&J saturday afternoon. So the weekend has gone by without a hitch and I'm alright with that.

This is a boring post. But not too much happens when you're in bed all day.