The crocuses and daffodils have been pushing through the earth for weeks now, even in the worst of the cold. I have worried about them but they keep going. In front of my house I am not sure whether we are dealing with the one or the other, since the landlady planted the bulbs, so I will have Surprise Flowers. For now, there are green shoots getting higher and higher. Nothing has bloomed yet. But I just went on a walk back in my old haunts, the paved road through the woods on campus, and stopped at a friend's house to say hi, and lo, there were three crocuses blooming at her doorstep.
Speaking of old haunts, the college has finally fixed my old house. So the insurance must have come through and the structural damage must have been less than severe. There is no longer a blue tarpaulin over half the roof and there is a new piece of roof. I don't know what's happened inside.
I am glad to be living off campus and much prefer the privacy I have here, but I miss the old house, the house itself.
Naturally, they will rent the place out at a higher rent than they were renting to me. I don't know this for sure, but it's the way of the world.
I am grumpy about the way of the world (and the bureaucracies and the powers and principalities). The crocuses, though, are beautiful.