Old habits die hard

Spring has sprung and that means... Home moves!


Oh, the tid bits and sprinkles of memories that make you realize why you do certain things. I can still hear the record player in our split level house wailing Patsy Cline as Mom opened up the windows and declared "Spring Cleaning!" at the first hint of Spring. With a few grunts and a slow saunter to the cleaning supplies, eventually the dust wand became our make shift microphone and my 11 year old little heart could already understand Patsy's pain when she was "Walking after Midnight". Then with a quick flip of a record, we would slip into gypsy dancing to Fleetwood Mac and all troubles seemed to melt away. In the spirit of all the delightful things that happen when you rearrange the furniture and whisk away the subtle pile of dust from the winter...I will share the light with you and hope to inspire you to welcome the sun and air out the weightiness of winter. Don't forget to turn on some music and sing while you do it...