Loose ends

I’m even more impatient for spring’s arrival since my son has been bragging about the “little green things” that are peeking through in the front garden at his home in B.C.

Every day we greet people with a friendly “How are you?”

It’s the equivalent to saying, “Hello,” and we don’t expect to hear much more than “I’m fine, thank you,” or “Can’t complain.” “Still breathing.” “As well as can be expected.” “I’m good.” “Every day still above ground is a good one.”

Valentine’s Day chan-ges in significance as couples age.

Once they’ve passed the starry-eyed young lovers stage, when they are so much in love that their heads hurt and not talking to each other a dozen times a day brings on heart palpitations (not the good kind), Feb. 14th is no longer the day that marks how deep their love is, sort of like a high water mark after a flood. It isn’t that special day when partners prove how much they love one another with expensive gifts.