Today, I am in Illinois, and I am waiting to hear about an interview which would mean I am heading to Los Angeles.  Random schedules are making me feel like I am never quite sure where  will show up.

Yesterday, we slogged through 6 states… 14 hours of pretty but long driving.  It was sunny and spring-like in the South, and then we crossed the Smoky Mountains into Kentucky and presto-magic, we were back in winter.  Snow, gray skies and cold temps.

Today at the farm it’s gray and dreary, but the temperature is mild and it sort of feels like spring.  It reminds me of when I was a little kid and we would head to the farm for Easter.  I would want to wear a dainty spring Easter dress, and it would be too cold, rainy, and muddy.  Instead, I would be stuck wearing hardy, winter clothing that wasn’t particularly festive.  My brother and sister and I would desperately hope for warm weather and force ourselves to play out-of-doors as if to convince ourselves that spring really was around the corner.

One time, we were playing a game outside and I ran out of the yard onto one of the muddy fields.  I sank up to my knees in mud and when I tried to step out, my boots stayed put and filled up with mud.  I had to dig out my boots by hand and then I ended up walking stocking footed through the muck back to the house.  Ahhh, spring.

Well, I am working on letters today – more writing, same old, same old

Hope to book flight to LA by end of day – and then spring really could be around the corner.

As ever,

K. Quinn