Suzy Says

Is it spring cleaning when it isn’t spring yet? Or when it isn’t really cleaning, exactly? Or when you don’t really have seasons as such? I guess we do, but they are more subtle than in other climates. Givens: flowers all year round, also hummingbirds and the wild parrots, along with less exotic birds. Trees don’t lose their leaves. You can always smell freshly mown grass.

Winter: Rain. Maybe 10 degrees colder than other times of year. Much whining on both fronts. Drivers completely amazed by appearance of rain, even though it’s an annual event.
Spring: Hills still green from winter rains. Even more flowers than usual.
Summer: Foggy mornings which give way to sun. Fogs up again at night. Hills now “golden” (i.e., brown).
Fall: Warmest time of year (maybe 10 degrees hotter). The real summer. Grape harvest.

There you have it.

Maybe it’s the approach of spring, but I renovated Self this week by getting my hair trimmed. Following Lisa’s recommendation, I stopped by Lush on the way home. Apparently the San Francisco store is the only one in the US of A at this point, so they must have put it here just for Me. After all, it’s conveniently located near my hairdresser.

It’s a rather overwhelming place. Petite and overflowing with delightful smells and helpful staff. It kind of gave me sensory overload, and it is almost impossible to choose between all the fabulous products. So I gave up and got a box of assorted bath bombs. They are so huge that I can’t believe you need all of one for one bath. But we’ll see and report back, since I know enquiring minds want to know.

But I didn’t stop there. The apartment is also getting some spring spiffing up. I finally got new blinds to replace the ones eaten/turned into performance art by Mom’s dog during dog’s sojourn with us in December, so John & I (OK, John) will be replacing them this weekend. Just in the nick of time, since my stepmother will be visiting us from March 8-12.

And finally: it’s time to take all the cats to the vet for their annual check-ups. Notice that I am religious about getting them checked out, whereas I haven’t been to the doctor in *coughmumble* years. Every year I think I’m prepared for the cost, but it’s always more, and I’m always surprised. I’ll probably have grey hair as a result. Good thing I won’t be able to tell.