Spring has sprung into a bit of misery...

Spring is here! Some might exclaim this after a weekend filled with sunshine, chirping birds and glorious blossoms. Not I. As a kid I was hampered with Spring allergies. I was also a kid who spent nearly every day out on a grassy, dusty pollen-ridden softball field. Spring is not my friend. Though I love this season since it brings so much metaphorical and physical rebirth I have always had a love hate relationship with the season.

Ever since I moved to Surf City, my allergies have subsided a bit. Until I moved to the OTHER side of the freeway. The one without a beach. The one where you can't hop on your cruiser to check out the waves. The one where Oscar has to be watched like a hawk or else one will gobble his tasty little pug body right up. No over here, my allergies hit me...hard. I was immediately thrown back to my traveling softball days. Anytime we had to go to Livermore or some god-forsaken town in the Central Valley I had to remember to pack what felt like a lifetime supply of Allegra, tissues and the red hanky my dad once gave me in a fit of sneezes.

Anyhow, it was an indeed a great weekend aside from the itchy eyes, sneezy nose and scratchy throat. We managed to move our 1300 sq. ft. condo into our massive new home on the other side of the freeway with little incident.

When you ask where I'll be for the next year or so, I'll tell you that I'm at home entertaining myself. After the shopping experience we had at Costco this weekend I'll have enough to sustain us for the entire Spring season! Come VISIT!!!

xxoo