Spring Cleaning!

Here in the Valley of the Sun, our seasons are backward from other places.  We just had our "winter" -- 3+ months of temps over 105 every single day.  We even had a streak of 22 days over 110!  Now that's some summer! 

But for us, that's winter.  We hunker down in our air conditioned houses.  We park our cars not closest to the entrance, but under the nearest tree for that little bit of shade!  We do outdoor activities either late at night or in the early morning hours, before the sun heats things up even more!

Which is why we do some kind of "spring cleaning" as soon as the temps start dropping.  Those days when you can air out with open windows are the best!  The AC doesn't run, and you can actually touch things, or walk outdoors, without feeling like a blast furnace bearing down on you. 

That's what I did today.  I opened up, Sadie and I spent some quality time in the morning sunshine.  After our walk, I disassembled my shower, taking the sliding doors outside for a good washing.  I soaped them up with CLR, brushed them with a stiff brush, then hosed them off.  It's amazing how much soap scum and what have you builds up and you don't realize it --until you give it a good cleaning!  And now, my shower sparkles again -- like a spring morning!

I also hooked up my Epson scanner, and have resumed scanning slides again.  I'm at that point in family history where Dad quit taking slides, and Mom was taking photos so at some point, I'll have to resort to digitizing the rest of things.... A little bit every day gets the job done eventually!  (But I have a *LOT* of photos!)

So we're resuming here, Family Photo, Easter 1977

I look at these old photos and ... wow, where has the time gone?  40+ years ago.  And some days, it feels as if we're all still this age.  I know we're not.  I'm older now than my parents were in this picture.   Time is a funny thing, it's not always linear, sometimes shifting.  Like, when I visit the home I grew up in, my Mom still lives there and 50 years have passed since we moved in.  And as soon as I arrive, I'm still that girl.  I look in the fridge, I peruse the photo frames to see what pictures have changed, and head back to my old room.  It's changed, but the memories haven't!