SIGNS OF A DESPERATE WOMAN

To the guy who drove by yesterday and witnessed me shovelling off the trampoline – don’t worry about me.  I’m fine. Really. I realize not everyone shovels off their trampoline but I needed an outside job that was doable. I figured I could handle an approximately 250 square foot surface so I grabbed a shovel and went to work.  At this point I will do anything just to be outside and accomplishing something.

I was wrong, by the way. It wasn’t doable – not in one go, anyway.  That snow weighs a ton and a wet trampoline is pretty slippery.

This time of year I am supposed to be sun burned or wind burned or both, having spent several days out cleaning up the yard and checking for asparagus and other perennials.  On any other year my Fitbit would be patting me on the back for all the steps I had racked up back and forth to my greenhouse and around the yard.  This year I do find myself pacing an indoor circuit, wandering from window to window, staring out at the never-ending winter and sighing in frustration.  My Fitbit languishes on the dresser, having given up the will to live.

By the way, in doing this I have discovered that all of my windows are dirty but I’m not that desperate for something to do.

Today I ventured out to take down the one last Christmas bow Mother Nature couldn’t rip from the house in her last hissy fit, and then went around picking up the ones she did manage to wreck.  From there I went on to annoy the dog and hauled his winter collection of bones over to the Loraas bin.  On my way back I re-opened the river channel that runs through our yard.  Spring runoff #2 is building pressure and the weather gal is promising a fast melt in the coming days.  There is a raft out there somewhere, under a snowbank where it was parked at the end of First Spring.

I’m contemplating filling the hummingbird feeders.  It’s hard to believe that they have shown up this early other years.  On the one hand I can’t picture them here as the same time as we have snow.  On the other hand, if they were to arrive this week they would be in great need of sugar water.  That would be a first – taking down Christmas decorations and putting up the bird feeders on the same day.

Not that all of the Christmas lights are down, but access to some of them is through water higher than my rubber boots.  They can wait.

I did take in the reflective markers off the edge of the driveway.  Surely there won’t be another storm where the guy clearing the snow needs to know where the road ends and the lawn starts? 

I know.  I know.  I probably jinxed it.

I just thought of another outside job that needs done.  I’m going to wash the windows on my car.  Just the windows though.  I literally can’t see out the side windows when I come to a corner. Given the mud situation out there to wash the whole vehicle is pointless, but it would be nice not to die at an intersection.

Maybe the guy who saw me shovelling the trampoline will spot me doing something a little more sensible today and take me off his Crazy Lady list.