Perhaps what I have been describing as my “calendar addled brain” is really just a severe case of spring fever. I like that better than any other explanation I’ve come up with. “Spring fever” has a cheery and mercifully recoverable ring to it! And how long can spring fever last? No later than the first day of summer, which is just a mere 68 days away, right?
Actually, we have continued to keep busy ever since we returned home two weeks ago. Little details keep popping up regarding Chuck’s Dad. Happily, Chuck and his sister get along very well (Chuck has said that even if Carol weren’t his sister he would want her as his friend.) and all details are soon sorted out and put to rights. Chuck managed to track down a woman that his Dad had served with in UNRRA (the United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration) at the end of World War II. They had kept in touch over the years and we knew she would want to know about Dad’s passing. Turns out she is 98, sharp as a tack and still lives on her own at her farm in the upper midwest. May some of this good health and longevity rub off on us all!
We’ve made two trips to Rhode Island, including Easter Sunday at Carrie and Al’s home. It was a lot of fun to see everyone and also included a valiant effort to keep up with three different sporting events being televised that afternoon - none of which had the desired outcome! (What’s happening with my beloved Boston Red Sox this season?) And the yummy Easter dinner leftovers are continuing to keep us well fed - thank you Al, Carrie and Joan!
We’ve also been taking advantage of the nicer weather and getting out in the genuine, honest to goodness sunshine for our walks over at the track. So other than feeling more disorganized than I would like, this spring fever thing’s not so bad.