Looking Forward

I love when we have something to look forward to.  Tonight it's Hale Theatre (love that their new location is so much closer to us!) where we'll see "The Music Man".  Sure, it's a very old play.  It'll still be fun.

Almost ready to smell.

And we've received our 2019 renewal form.  Just ironing out a couple details and we'll be set for another year.  I so enjoy these!  We're pretty low-key people, don't spend lots of money on stuff/toys/vacations/second homes/ etc.  But I do love that we treat ourselves to a year's worth of plays.  I'm pretty sure The Husband might choose something else but he graciously tolerates all the musicals for me.  (Oddly enough a large percentage of next year's plays are musicals.  But maybe that's ok, the last "comedy" we saw there wasn't really funny.)

UGH.

Got a book from the library the other day.  It came highly recommended.  Got to the middle of page three and gave up.  Felt assaulted and barraged with the "f" word - I so dislike foul language, especially when it is used by women.  (We're supposed to be the gentler gender.  And I know this is a soapbox I often get on, but really?  It's so lazy and shows such lack of creativity.)  I think I counted 7 instances in just the first 2 1/2 pages.  So....back to the library it went.  And I won't be picking up any more of this author's books.  For any reason.

Love this tree!

It's almost lilac time!  This time of year,  I stop by every lilac bush I see just to stick my nose in the fragrant blossoms and breathe the scent deep, deep into me.  I've taken a bunch of pictures of buds on various bushes, one bush even had a couple tiny blooms wide open.  My walks (and errands) might be taking a tad longer as I stop by each bush, whether walking or driving.  I love lilacs.

I'm so grateful for spring and the freshness it brings to the world.  I'm grateful for the flowers.  For a play to look forward to tonight.  For the hope of our own home-grown tomatoes this summer.  For good water to drink.  And for hope that this cough might someday (hopefully sooner rather than later) be a distant memory.