the crescent moon was very nice this evening when i took ketzl for his night-time walk. there is the soft fragrance in the air, perhaps some freesias that are blooming now. and yesterday, i saw some fritillary butterflies cavorting in the bushes when we walked in the afternoon sunlight. spring is here.
the re-do of the landscaping seems to be stalled. i wrote to the designer today to find out what is up. new trees is not what is up. looking forward to getting two new fruit trees this year ... plums!!
tonight was support group. one more before the two week break. one man is back after hernia surgery. he was surprised at the warm welcome. one other man, in addition to the death of his wife, has had 4 more deaths in the last 3 weeks, two family members, two close friends. that is an amazing hit. otherwise, we are fine and we laugh together most of the time.
the fog continues to lift, most days. sometimes, when i think i'm doing fine, then someone asks "how are you doing?" and that could easily set me off.
still preparing for april 10, when Linda's name will be read for the first time in the synagogue on the approximate anniversary of her death. it will not be easy but i keep hearing from people who will be there, and some of whom will be baking special Passover things for the Oneg Shabbat after services.
getting more organized about making plane reservations. got 3 more to LA and also great deal on jetblue to NY in May. now the planning can start in earnest.
not sure what i think about Obama's calling for the ouster of the General Motors CEO. but gee, it certainly is still wonderful to listen to a president who can speak in complete sentences, with conviction and understanding. and the silly republicans trying to paint Obama as some kind of socialist.
passover is coming. i've volunteered to bring the charoseth (mixture of nuts and apples); and i may branch out to an additional one with dried apricots...more middle eastern style than my traditional eastern european recipe which i learned from my mother. i am convinced that this can only be made by chopping by hand, and i use the old stainless steel chopping blade that i inherited from my mother, along with her recipe. there is something amazingly comforting about chopping walnuts in the wooden bowl, turning every few chops. sort of like kneading dough. (it's ok to use a food processor if you are doing 20 pounds of apples. then it's ok not to hand chop, imho.)
now Liz Smith is saying that Washington DC is the new Hollywood. well, ok.
i need to go change the load from the washer to the dryer. and then think about heading to bed. tomorrow is another busy day.
