WORLD SHARING IN THE GREEN OF SPRING
It has been a beautiful weather week here in the Blackstone Valley. We should be outside enjoying the beautiful weather, but the air is so heavy with pollen, neither of us can breathe. Look out the window and watch it fall! Sometimes, clumps of it fall. I’m grateful that spring has come, but not being able to breathe takes a lot of the fun out of it.
What inanimate object do you wish you could eliminate from existence?
Pollen. I know we need it. That’s how plants and trees grow. This spring has been really bad. The pollen levels are off the charts — literally OFF the charts. Everyone sounds like they have COVID. Coughing, sneezing, runny eyes, headaches. Even the dog is sneezing. Except unlike a real disease, allergies are like having a bad cold that never ends. You feel sick, but you aren’t “really” sick in the sense o having something bacterial or viral.
I think it’s worse than sick because just as your spring allergies start to go away, the late summer allergies start to come into play. Ragweed and every other weed and its pollen. It looks like it’s snowing outside, but the snow is green. When we get a bit of rain, it makes the green covering on your car turn to a green muck that’s hard to remove in any normal way.
Couldn’t the trees and other plants find another substance to send flying into the air?
What tells you the most about a person?
What they read. What they watch on TV or in the movies. How they treat other people and to a degree, how they treat themselves.
What is something you thought would be easy until you tried it?
Driving a clutch car in a hilly city when no one seems to realize that a car with a clutch needs a few inches to roll backward when starting up a hill. It was never a problem living in New York because we were in the suburbs and it was flat as a pancake. I didn’t drive in Jerusalem. There was absolutely nowhere to park where you wouldn’t get towed, so if you were going into town, you took a bus.
Boston was a whole different story. It was all hills. Starting a clutch car going up a sharp hill when the driver behind you is glued to your back bumper is a balancing act between clutch and parking brake. Between hill starts, parking, and heavy traffic, a manual transmission made even a little bit of driving exhausting.
I got rid of the manual car until we moved out of Boston. I had another one when we moved here, but it was a sportscar. I loved it, but after a while, I couldn’t get out of it. In was easy. Gravity did most of the work, but getting out? I needed a functional sky hook.
Then, there was the weather. We moved from Boston where we got some snow to Uxbridge where it snowed three times a week until you had to hire someone to shovel the roof before it caved in. A sports cars was the wrong vehicle. We started buying SUVs and never looked back.
What ridiculous and untrue, yet slightly plausible, theories can you come up with for the cause of common ailments like headaches or cavities?
The dog did it. Whatever it is, blame the dog. He doesn’t mind being blamed as long as he gets a cookie as part of the deal.
What are you grateful for since they ‘cured’ COVID? (yeah, I realize it’s not cured. But at least the vaccine is available and restrictions have eased up in many places. If that’s a good thing or not remains to be seen I suppose).
Nothing has changed very much. I feel less worried about going out and it’s nice not wearing a mask, but otherwise, life is pretty much the same as it was before except that — unrelated to COVID — the weather has improved. Also, our favorite restaurants closed, so even if we wanted to do something, there’s nowhere to do it.
One of our two local malls closed, too. But we have better television — which has nothing to do with COVID. We don’t lead a very interesting life.
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Thank you Marilyn for Sharing Your World! Pollen-snow? Wow! I sympathize with the vague feeling of illness, the sneezing, and watery eyes that itch and burn. Our pollen count is low comparatively, but is high enough (at least up here) that I’m plagued every Spring with weeks of the same symptoms! Never had them in Salt Lake. Maybe it’s the scent of cow manure that does it? Could be. 😉 I agree with the dog being to blame for all life’s little gripes. Ziggy denies it vehemently of course. That’s just crazy talk says he! Have a great week and thanks for the beautiful photography! I’m sorry your local restaurants haven’t opened up. I’d read that you were looking forward to an actual meal out one night? Your life is not boring, you’re just used to it.
It’s not an exciting life, but I’m not looking for excitement. Maybe a pot at the end of the rainbow, but we’ve had too much excitement recently. Peace and quiet is fine! There are restaurants further away, but generally we are all too tired at the end of the day to go driving. Going to a restaurant is fine, but coming, back, we’re all in a food coma.
I had driven stick-shift cars all my life until we moved to San Francisco. The hills in San Francisco make Boston’s hill seem like ant hills. I ended up selling my standard transmission car and buying an automatic so I didn’t have to drive miles out of my way to avoid having to drive on the steeper hills.
We were in San Francisco for two vacations and you have TERRIFYING hills. We had rented a little car and the brakes weren’t very good, so while it wasn’t manual, it was unsuited for the terrain. You need something with VERY good brakes and yeah, an automatic transmission!
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Good brakes are critical!
Standing on those brakes and hoping they would stop was LOADS of fun.
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