stuff's happening.

Today has been a quiet, gentle day.  I woke early - about 4:45 and said "I'm not getting up yet."  I didn't really make it back to the land of dreams and after several more bleary eyed clock gazes sans glasses, I got up around 6 and began 'doing stuff.'  Nothing big or earthshaking, but it left me feeling good.  I had a make-up lesson from earlier in the week.  The girl just hung with her daughter and took a 'snow day' on monday.  I thought that was cool.
I had a reasonable devotion time with my mom.  I doubt highly that my mother will ever like me or value anything I say, but she does value me calling three times a week to read the Bible with her though she insists we read from the KJV so I won't contaminate her fagile mind with my NIV.  She's very like a young child in many ways.  Today we had an odd number of verses and she would be shorted in the natural event of things, so she read an extra one on her next to last turn so it would "come out right."  I really don't care who reads how many verses, but it always seems she's in the place of making sure I don't one up her.  I've really never tried to one up her in my life, but I guess I rub people that way.  It makes me laugh, but it makes me sigh.  I was my daddy's princess.  He would dance with me in the park.  That should be enough.
People at the party credited my husband with making the cart.  I didn't correct them.  Louis didn't correct them.  One of my FB friends said "Oh I thought you had actually built it."  I said "I actually did.  But he did put in two screws while I held the drop shelf in place."  You'd have thought I'd taken credit for building the city.  Why do people suppose that I come up with ideas and my husband finds a way to make it happen?  I really don't dream up projects for him to complete, though sometimes he is more involved.  I don't do plumbing or electric.  Nope.  So I get his agreement before starting those kind of projects.  There are times when I need 4 hands.  I kinda spring that on him at the moment.  On the fish tank stand, he helped me move the fishtank from one stand to the other and helped me check out the trim board I thought might need replacing.  Luckily it didn't need to be replaced.  He would have had to help with that.  It would require his saw and one of his handy dandy attachments that I bought him for Christmas.  He is a good man and rarely refuses to help me with anything I ask for help with.  Sometimes he will offer help whether I need it or not- but not so much.  It's a pet peeve, I guess, that people assume he must have to do it all.
After my lesson, I went outside for a bit.  It's a lovely day and I know it's trying to be spring in spite of the occasional freeze, because everything is giving an effort.  I trimmed up the plants and pulled weeds in my gardens by the front door and by my studio walkway.  I took the dead ends off the rose bushes -who are putting more folliage out already.  I snipped a few crepe twigs though I know it really is a little early and found they're greening.  The chrysanthemums are putting out new leaves.  The kale is beginning to bolt.  The Jane is putting on fuzzy buds.  The narcissus are sending up shoots along with the surprise lillies.  My heart said "SPRING!"  My mind knows caution.  I still wanted to skip and sing "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor; would you be mine?"
Next week I will plant peas and spinach on the hill.  So goes the 'stuff' in my little non-consequential world.  I hope yours is blessed.