Today I awoke, burritoed in a mass of winter blankets, to Spring. Not just the vacation, but to the season itself. It was mid 50s and sunny, and when I opened my window, two bluebirds dropped a crown of daisies onto my head.
Putting the daisies in water, I proceeded to have a quiet, albeit wonderful Saturday afternoon.
I’m taking care of the neighbor’s Beagle while they’re on vacation. He’s fat and grey and quite deaf. But he’s a solid little fellow who wags while you’re getting his lunch, and barks good-naturedly when he wants to come back in from outside. He seemed confused, at first, that the tall neighbor girl was refilling his water bowl, but after I spent the better part of a half hour petting him and throwing his tennis ball, he put his nose on his paws and went to sleep.
At one, Mom and I went to pick up my shiny, glorious Christmas iPhone. I love the thing already, although I’m not used to having a nice phone; it’s terrifying to think that if I drop it, the whole screen will shatter. Additionally, though I’ve always found my fingers rather average-sized, they feel enormous when I try to type out texts and emails. I’m hope I’ll get used to these things soon.
Now that it’s gotten dark and cold again, I’ve retreated to my bed, where I’m pretending to do Statistics and waiting for SNL to come on.