I had some pictures, but...

I can't find my USBs - I know I have at least two of them - St Anthony is searching for them with me. I lose a lot of stuff (thus a plethora of S Antonio kitsch), but this isn't the kind of thing I misplace. I'm blaming it on the kids, who do not live here and have plenty of their own USBs, but all the same. So, playing catch-up - Mardi Gras and the WhoDat Finery; Ash Wednesday flings us into our most favorite religious season: Lent. We are so much more likely to understand ourselves as penitents than to see ourselves in the light of transfiguration. We recognize ourselves in sackcloth and ashes, piously doing without. Without something pretty trivial after all. Raccoons on the roof, a Winter Cotillion. More snow, the sauna is fixed (thank you, Max), and I'm putting off having a cholsterol check until after I eat more oatmeal and run around the block. Hannah has now her Swedish residency, so she will be returning to the land of vodka and fish sometime in the Fall. Heather is packing to come back to Colorado (a road trip looms), and Leigh is making paper and art - film at eleven. Or whenever I find the peripherals. March is upon us...lamblike.