the fifty year old virgin….so to speak

Friday was a beautiful day. The tide has turned, Spring has arrived, maybe my favorite season. In my home state, Indiana, Spring is a season. Here in New England, one never knows. This is my 16^th Spring in Boston and I can only think of about five nice Springs. The season usually lasts about two weeks and then its Summer. Maybe this year will be a good one.

Friday’s warm weather brought out lots of flowers ( I miss my garden). The bright yellow forsythia came out on Saturday, after Fridays coaxing. I saw little purple Siberian squill, the beginnings of some yellow jonquils and some fat white crocus. I am anxiously awaiting the Dogwoods and especially the Crabapples, my favorite. The crabapples across from Emerson were beautiful last year, I hope to see a repeat performance.

Everyone seemed so happy on Friday. The streets were packed with people. There was a line out the door at Cold Stone Creamery. Music was in the air, Harvard Square was full of performers. I still haven’t seen a Robin. But I live in Cambridge, so maybe the paperwork hasn’t gone through yet.

It was so warm Friday that I wore my first short sleeve shirt of the season. I dropped by work to pick up a check and three people told me I looked too skinny. I’ve lost some weight, but I don’t think I fall into the “too” category. I lost most of the weight over the Winter, so I don’t think anyone has seen me without a coat or sweater on. The first mention felt good, the others made me think, “Do I have a body image issue?” I decided I do, but so do most people. Which inner statement sounds worse to you? “God, I need to get in shape and lose some weight.” or “God, I look perfect.”

Now I sound like Eve Ensler…. don’t get me started.

Music:
Long Ride – Patty Griffin (Thanks Steph)