Happy spring equinox! I wish I was starting off my first day of spring more like today’s Google doodle (if you’re haven’t already, visit the google home page), but I’m actually staring out the dirty window of a megabus into gray skies and Austin traffic.
But I’m welcoming this Texas spring with open arms, 70 percent humidity and all. I’m not sure if it’s necessarily the arrival of spring that I’m happy about, or the subtle excitement that comes with a transition of seasons – the anticipation of new possibilities. These past few months I’ve had a case of the winter blues (even though in Austin it reached 80 degrees almost every weekend in January and February), and I guess a part of me is hoping that spring will show me the cure. Because spring invites hope and change and new opportunities. The sun lingers a little longer and the scent of the air matches the colors of the trees and flowers. The only downside to spring is that now I have to pay extra attention when I shave my legs.
We bought a Texas State Park pass the other week, sort of on a whim. If I remember correctly I think it means we can go to any Texas state park for free and bring friends along too. Hopefully it’ll lend itself to creating more memories and adventures. Who knows, maybe I’ll do a series on the best state parks.
Here’s when we went to Pedernales Falls, which is infinitely better than Enchanted Rock in my book. If we go back, I’d like to see if my water bottle is still there, since last time I dropped it and watched helplessly as the waterfall swept it into the middle of the pool. I felt awful and wanted to fetch it out because I didn’t want people to think I didn’t care about the environment, but it was impossible and Daniel told me I was making a scene and only drawing more attention to myself so we watched as the water bottle floated back and forth in the dead center of the pool, then left. We are bad citizens.
On another note, one of my coworkers always asks me how ‘Dan’ is doing, not ‘Daniel’. I made the mistake of not correcting her the first time, so now whenever we talk about him, I also refer to him as Dan. It’s been a few months, so we’ve definitely passed the stage where I could casually switch back without it being weird and awkward. Reminds me of the time in Friends when Chandler’s coworker calls him Toby for five years.