Spring Sneeze

A small bird no larger, or should I say longer?, than my index finger has come knocking on the bay window of our house every morning.  And it has a mate too and I think the two of them are nesting in the rose bushes that front the window.  Just the cutest thing in the world.  It is not shy.  We come close and it keeps tap a tap tap on the glass as if to say let me in, let me in.  The half man and I took some pictures and a couple of videos and we may upload them soon.

Meanwhile, the front and back yards are a blooming with flowers of all kinds thanks to the daily labor of love of the Man - white roses, red roses, and flowers of which I know not the names.  Yellow and lilac and pink and orange and and and.  And my nose itches and the sneezing brings uncontrollable dripping that wets tissue after tissue.  Last year, one tablet of Zyrtec was all it took.  I have just about run through a whole box of time and the nose still refuses to cooperate.

Sneezing aside, Spring is so beautiful.  Now if I can just stop blowing and wheezing enough to really enjoy the beauty all around.  After the recent rains, the weather this weekend is just perfect.  Balmy with sunshine from 6:00 am to 8:00 pm.  Paradise.

So we were hoping to drive up to Vancouver in June but plans are on hold for the moment.  I hope there will be a good reason to still make the trip.  Our residency status is all resolved and we can now travel without restraints.  But we need the reason to make the 1,500 miles journey and I am hopeful we will have one.

Lay Keow and Lai were asking us to still make Cancun now that we can travel but alas the airfare is now quadrupled what it was when the planning first began months ago.  Plus with the huge tax bill I just paid off, prudence rules.

I do miss my family very much.  With air fares the way they are, and all my miles having been exhausted by a certain persona in faraway China, we can only dream.  I have been recalling the time when my YY and mom were here.  And my poor YY saying up hard so she could come again but there is no one to bring her here.  Breaks my heart to think of it.  She took care of me as a child.  In fact, a lot of people took care of me as a child because my parents basically fostered me out almost all my childhood.  Maybe that's why I am so schizo sometimes.  It all boils down to childhood and parenting.  Just kidding... Been watching too many episodes of Criminal Minds.

Maybe next week the half man and I can put into action our Sierra State Park volunteer resolution.  Start giving back to society.