Friday, March 1

February gone already. Now here it is March...and still it's cold! Where in the world is spring?

We were up at 6:30 this morning, so I could get ready for water aerobics. I dreaded getting out in the cold to go, but this was the last day of aerobics until the week after next, because next week is spring break for the college.

The water was a bit cooler today, too, which didn't help. But the workout was nice. Fourteen of us showed up, including a neighbor of ours, whom we've known for years, not only because she's a neighbor, but also because she was our insurance agent before she retired.

Back home, I downed a few cups of coffee in an effort to thaw out. Mother and Sis were already here when I got back. While we relaxed, our cable guy called to let us know he was coming by to check our cable box. We've been having sound and picture (pixilating) problems.

The cable guy said the signal to the box was too strong, and after he adjusted it, it was fine. While he was fixing the box, he commented that he'd injured his hand while he was cutting a wire yesterday, but being the macho guy that he is (my term, not his), he treated the wound himself, and refused to see a doctor. He said he has even been known to stitch his own wounds. Gad!

The TV wasn't the only problem today. Mother and Sis had their own incident, when they used the washing machine and water backed up in the sinks, and the toilet overflowed, creating a mess to be cleaned up. Again, it was a good thing Sis was here to help deal with the problem.

Hubbie called a plumber right away this morning, and he arrived soon and cut the tree roots out of a pipe. This is a temporary fix, since apparently there is a break in the pipe that is allowing the roots to block it. The next step is to get the pipe fixed. I don't know when we'll schedule that.

It wasn't long after the plumber left that the propane truck arrived to fill the tank. Good thing he didn't arrive sooner, because the driveway would have been too loaded with vehicles for him to get that big old truck in.

The morning was wearing on, and I still hadn't gotten ready for the day. But just as I was about to go upstairs, daughter called. We didn't talk long, though. She just wanted to let me know that she'll be coming up tomorrow to spend the weekend with us. She's disappointed that Sis won't be here. She and two of the great-grandkids has stopped by Sis's workplace yesterday to visit her, but learned that she was up here. So she's going to miss her all the way around.

While I got ready for the day, Mother and Sis, finished the jigsaw puzzle they were working on. Back downstairs, I fixed a lunch of soup and sandwiches, and afterward, I found a new jigsaw puzzle for Mother and Sis to start on. Sis said she could only stay long enough to get the border done, because she needed to head home.

She left around 2 p.m., and then Hubbie and I went to the WDCS to shop for groceries. On the way back to the van, I actually caught a snowflake in my eye...one of about a dozen that were "flurrying."

Saw that flock of turkeys again on the way home...counted about 20 of them sharing a field with grazing cattle. I need to see if I can get a snapshot of them.

On the way home, too, we noticed that the fields are a riot of jonquils. So pretty. I'm anxious for the daffodills in our yard to bloom.

At home later, we had the remainder of the leftover spaghetti, with salad, and garlic French bread. Hubbie accompanied Mother home afterward, and then he and I watched TV, including a 2011 movie called "Touchback." A high school football player's career ends with a broken leg during a game. He becomes a farmer who runs into financial disaster. He tries to commit suicide, but in the process is taken back to the crucial football game night. Will he be able to change the course of his life?