It didn't used to be minor surgery, not when my Mom had her gall bladder removed years ago and spent four or five days in the hospital. But now you are in by nine and out before four, with some staples at spots on the abdomen, and sent on to mend up in short order. Well, the good news is thus: Cleveland Regional seems to come through with flying colors.
The bad news: I end up feeling like a geezer! That will pass as soon as I can go back to enjoying a Margherita pizza at Pleasant City later this week. No longer will I fear a sharp tomato sauce or strong basil.
And I can celebrate the last days of 5 East without worrying about robust garlic or olives. Thanks Chef Naman for reminding me that there are great tastes to be had in this town.
Thankfully, spring is not far on our horizon here. I keep wishing the daffodils would take a few days longer before popping up, but I know they will soon be brightening up things and returning hope to the landscape. Soon enough there will be time for over 6000 Easter eggs on Court Square in April. What will be the more remarkable thing? Hiding 6000 eggs or watching all the children going wild in search of brightly colored eggs? Co-workers have chuckled that I'm in for an eye opening experience.
So Spring is coming, and passing another birthday soon will be just another marker. That's because Spring is coming. I'm not getting mushy in my old age, but every year it revives me. That's why I had to get out of Massachusetts years ago. Spring always took too long to arrive, and didn't always do a convincing job of it anyway. I love my Carolina winter. Real, but short! Bring it on Spring.
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