March entered simply, quietly, without much fanfare. It's like that most years. March comes in with a cold, cloudy day, usually. Nothing much to write home about. We all have a lot of expectations for March. I really feel sorry for her, because no matter what she brings to us, she never quite meets our expectations. After several months of cold, snowy, blustery, cloudy days, we are so happy to see her arrive, but, when she doesn't bring us the warm, sunny days that we want, we get mad at her. Yes, I feel sorry for March and I really think we need to have more appreciation for her, more realistic expectations for her. After all, she tries to bring us as many sunny days as she can, and, by the end of March, the days are longer. We have a time change waiting for us, soon. She gives us the gift of longer days. Most of the snow is gone in March. Yes, I know, sometimes she likes to play a little trick on us, by leaving us more snow, but she's just having a little fun, she's just teasing us. She also likes to have fun with us by blowing us around, alot. March definately has a sense of humor. You have to give her credit for that. And, sometimes she brings us Easter, but not this year. There are a lot of you who like to take off for the warmer states and leave her high and dry, for your Spring vacations. I really don't think she likes being left high and dry, for somewhere warm, where you are enjoying a beach, or a pool, or a Family theme park. In fact, I'm sure she just gets down-right angry at that. Maybe, that's why when you get home from your trip, she likes to throw you a one-two punch of really bad, cold, rainy, and windy weather. That way, you will be more respectful of her, and not take off next year. The one really good gift that she always gives us, is St. Patrick's Day. It's always tucked right inside of her, every year. It's the same date, every single year, no floating Holiday for it. And, I can tell you that I have had some of the best times on that date. The best St Patrick's Day I ever had was in Chicago with some dear friends. It was a week-end to remember. The Chicago River was turned green, and if you have never seen that, it is well worth the trip to view it. The Pubs and Restaurants are just thick with people, and everybody is every ones best friend. People are dancing and happy, and just having the time of their life, as we did too. That, was quite a few years ago, when I was much, much younger, and could get over a week-end like that relatively quickly, not so much, today. I don't think that I would live through a week-end like that now, at age fifty-four. But, I can look back and laugh at what fun we had! Everyone should experience St Patrick's Day in Chicago, just once in their life.
We are getting busy with some family things coming up. The big move for Daughter Ashley and Son-in-law, Jimmy and little Grandson Jack will be right after St. Patrick's Day, so no fun for me, because I am going to be busy helping right after it. I am looking forward to their getting into their new home, the move itself, not so much. I have been preaching to my Daughter about getting started with her packing, to no avail. She does everything on her own schedule, in her own fashion. There has never been any action on her part, ever, after I have prodded her. She keeps informing me that she has plenty of time, and that it won't take that long to get packed up. That is the sound of my laughter you are hearing, please turn down your computer, as I laugh even harder now. Now, this is the same Daughter who, when coming over to move her out of her apartment, took five big vans and trucks to get all of her belongings home. Yes, you heard that right. Five vehicles full. And, we didn't have more than a few pieces of actual furniture. The apartment was furnished. That is the sound of my not laughing, as I also remember that her apartment was on the third floor of that same building. What you are hearing is the sound of my joints, still groaning, after that move. My body will never be the same, and has not yet recovered , after five years. Now, you may add one small, two year old, who owns more toys, clothes, and books than any small child, plus one husband, who is some-what of a clothes horse, and refuses to throw anything away, and one female, who, has an affinity for purses, shoes, jewelry, clothing, and enough home decor to decorate the entire first floor of Macy's Department Store in Chicago, for every season of the year, and I think you pretty much get the picture. Now, in their defense, there was some cleaning out of the basement, last fall, as I recall. I think you probably can walk through it, now. So, when she says that it isn't going to take that long, you can see why I am laughing. She has never moved after having a family. This will be her first, and I can't wait. She doesn't think they have much stuff to move. Yes, I am still laughing. I have been given the best, and most important job for the day of the move. I get to drive Grandson Jack to Bloomington to meet "Nona" to "hand him off" for the week-end. He will be in Pekin, at the other Grandparents for the big move. That, is my big contribution. (If I take my time, and drive very carefully, don't you think I can at least make that job last, say, four hours?) I am going to do the very best I can to do so. Maybe by the time I get back, they will have everything moved, so I won't have to do anything. Yeah, that's a really good plan! Now, all kidding aside, I do plan on helping move a few things. There is that one small box full of dried flowers that will need my undivided attention, so that none of those flowers get broken off! That is part of the all-important "home decor".
Son Frank and Daughter-in-law Casey are doing some "home" projects of their own. They are getting ready to paint the new little one's bedroom, and adjoining bedroom and lay the carpet. I have made a mad dash to Strictly Kids, and bought up every cute little baby girl, frilly, pink, and cute thing I could find. I also bought them the cutest baby bassinette you ever did see. Little baby girl McCullough is going to look just precious in all of the clothes and her new little bed. Casey also just got her bedding set for her crib. They still will have to get the crib and changing table later, after her room is all ready. I have dug through some more stuff at my house and found a beautiful picture for her room, that was in her Aunt Ashley's bedroom, when she was a baby. It is a picture of a little girl hugging a little white lamb. They still have not chosen a name for her, so Rhonda (Casey's mother) and I have been having a little fun. We've been calling her "Summer June". I have put her name on facebook with my friends several times and I had to let people know that, "Summer June" isn't her "real" name, but her play name. I am hoping soon for her real name. We are anxiously awaiting Mom and Dad's announcement. We have also gotten the baby shower invitations printed, and they are almost ready to send out. Casey and Frank have registered for all of the "much needed" baby paraphanlia. They can't believe how much stuff a baby needs. I also have readied Frank's old bedroom, and Michael Jordan and the rest of the gang have left the premises. The room has been freshly painted, and new pictures and shelves adjorn the walls, along with new drapes. Jack will be getting a new bed soon, and I received his new blue and white plaid bedding too. The crib also will have a new bedding set that arrived the other day, little princesss bedding, with crowns and castles on it, all pink and purple, fit for a princess.
So, now March needs to be especially cooperative, and get Spring here, and soon! Our family is in "busy mode" and we need the weather to cooperate, to get us through all of our tasks. If we all talk really nice to her, maybe she will bless us all with warm, sunny days, and no more snow. Wouldn't that be really great? Let's give March all of the respect and appreciation she deserves, as, she has quite a lot to accomplish in a short amount of time, and I hope she is happy and "goes out like a lamb", that would be really nice!
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