Act Like Summer and Walk Like Rain

Ever have one of those days when you come across several bits of  inspirational blather that surprisingly doesn’t annoy the hell out of you, with one little gem tucked in the middle which makes absolutely no sense so you love it best of all?

Well I’m having one of those days.

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What the heck is a heart print?  Is it like a foot print or a finger print but messier?  Okay that one was mildly annoying.

Happy First Wednesday in March everybody.  Dream like sunshine and dance like Spring.  I know, not the same, but I gave it a shot.

Spring Blog Cleaning

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Spring Blog Cleaning is like Spring House Cleaning only no major muscle groups are involved in making a blog tidy.  So it should be a lot easier.  However, “should” is a very annoying word.  And so is Spring, come to think of it, not making its appearance or even hinting at pretending to think about doing so.  At least not in my God-forsaken corner of the world where it’s still twenty below.  But as usual, I digress, so just ignore that, or store it away with the other bazillion weather complaints you’ve heard this week.

Today I deleted my second blog, which very few people knew existed.  Sorry to my 3.5 random followers, but I’m pretty sure you won’t even notice I’m gone.  All nineteen (yep, count ’em, nineteen!) blog posts from “Before the Lights Go Out” written over the past two or three years are now pages in a drop down menu in my header here between Home and About.  If you would like to check them out before they sit there collecting dust for the rest of my life, that would be nice.  But no pressure.

I also spent the better part of my Monday afternoon checking out other Word Press themes and trying to make the number of widgets I have less ridiculous.  It was a little like shopping for clothes and trying to de-clutter an entire house all at the same time.  There was something horribly wrong with some little thing on every theme I previewed and something endearing and wonderfully right about the things I couldn’t make myself delete.

From all this hard (brain) work we can now safely conclude that I am a creature of habit, stuck in a colossal rut, and not good with change.  Although, you know, deleting an entire blog was pretty gutsy I guess.

And it’s not the only thing I did today either.  While I was curled up on the living room couch this morning checking my emails and reading blog posts that were several hundred times better than this one, the sunlight caught my right leg at just the right angle for me to notice I’m beginning to look like an orangutan.  I didn’t gasp; it was the opposite of a sharp intake of air, and more like feeling totally incapable of drawing another breath.  I think this is how people die.  Stunned breathless, or something like that.  Anyway, my monkey legs are now shaved hairless and no one else’s life is in danger for the time being.

So, cleaned up blog, destroyed razor, onward and upward and spring is on the way.  I hope your Monday was equally exciting.

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Thirty Days Hath September

…..April, June, and November.  Except in 2013 when Mother Nature decided to skip the month of April altogether and put a super long extension on to the end of March instead.  By my calculations it is now March 61st.  We had a lovely little blizzard on Monday.  I have a funny feeling March may continue to hold on for another couple of weeks.  I don’t know what month it’s going to be next.  Hope we don’t jump straight into October.

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This is the scene that greeted us from our kitchen window on Monday morning.  Where has all the green grass gone?  Ah well, no point in obsessing about the weather, right?  Might as well make a pretty picture and carry on.

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Setting The World On Fire

The Ink SpotsWhen there’s all kinds of things I should be getting done on a Sunday afternoon, I like to go to YouTube and listen to music from my youth (and even more ancient times than that).  I’m not saying this is a good plan to have, but it’s a lovely open-ended one.  If you don’t like a lot of discipline and structure in your life, I suggest you try it.

The worst case scenario is that you end up with some strange tune in your head for about three days.  But there’s also definite perks involved.  Like discovering a cover of a song that you like just as much, if not better, than the original.  Sorry to all you Peach Stealing Monkey fans out there, but I’d never heard of them until today.  “I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire” was, is, and ever shall be an Ink Spots hit from the 1940’s.  It lives on in a video game called Fallout.  Another new thing I learned today.  Proving one is never too old to learn something, no matter how irrelevant or useless the information might seem to be at the exact moment in which it is duly noted.  These random facts could pop up in a trivia game at some point in the future making you look brilliant, you just never know.

So here’s the version I like enough to share on this sunny cold Sunday in our non existent Spring.  The one in which we couldn’t set the world on fire if we tried because of all the stubborn snow still hanging about.  Hope you’re having a lovely lazy Sunday doing whatever it is you love to do.

What A Day

According to Groovy Reflections, today is a very special day.

“Groovy Good Morning! Welcome to Monday the 8th day of April 2013. It’s Buddha Day, All Is Ours Day, Trading Cards For Grown Ups Day, and Draw A Picture Of A Bird Day. The food holiday is Empanada.”

Just when you think there’s nothing to write about, you get about five random topics dropped in your lap.  I am not afraid to admit that I have less drawing talent than the average four year old.

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So I drew this bird.  On coloured paper because I don’t have time to colour him.  He is very sad because Spring is never going to arrive, according to his little bird brain.  I have been working too hard and my little bird brain has nothing much else to add to this thought this fine wintery work day Monday morning.

Now I’m off to work, where I will daydream about Buddha trading cards and eating empanadas for lunch.   How will you be celebrating this incredibly exciting Groovy Day?  Have fun!

Eff Words

Yesterday was a bright sunshiny day. It was also day 5 of a 6 day work week for me, and about -17 Celsius with a brisk wind.  I looked outside in the morning and said EFF THIS, or words to that effect. This is March for the love of all that’s holy, not January.  It wouldn’t have been so disappointing to get all this snow if we hadn’t been seeing bare roads and snowless walkways and little tiny hints of spring.  Now they’ve disappeared again.

Looking down our driveway.  Wanting to run back inside and sleep for about six weeks.

Looking down our driveway. Wanting to run back inside and sleep for about six weeks.

 

The front of my house.

The front of my house.

My neighbors front lawn.

My neighbors front lawn.

I know I should not be saying bad words, not only because they don’t sound very nice, but also because they have no power to change the weather.

I will blame being tired of working, and maybe also the fact that muttering ‘oh dearie me’ like a proper grandmother just doesn’t cut it sometimes.

So for future reference, I have strung a few Eff words together and tried them out for effect:

Efface yourself you effete efficacious effigy of effusive effluvium!

Nope, it doesn’t make any sense, but neither does the real F word in about 99% of the ways in which it gets used.

So if I can just remember to repeat that little sentence with a lot of feeling, maybe kicking something at the same time, and without having my top front teeth go through my bottom lip, somehow I think the situation will seem ever so much better.  And as an extra bonus, I won’t have to be so careful about what comes out of my mouth when there are small children about.

I want to wear my effing effusively fun spring coat.  Really, is that too much to ask for the middle of March for crying out loud?  I promise I will be in a better mood once I’ve had a couple of effectual days off.  But right now, if it’s spring where you are, I effortlessly don’t like you very much.

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Snow Mountain

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Our backyard mountain of snow is melting.  Sort of how a glacier melts or recedes, taking about 40 years.  Or so it seems.  But look at that lovely sunshine at the top of the mountain!  And those patches of blue sky!  And, ummm…. that’s maybe all the positive things I can think of to say about our February backyard.  Except that it’s no longer a January backyard.

The real purpose of these pictures is to prove that I actually left my house and ventured outside for five minutes longer than normal on my way to the car and work.  I didn’t want to tempt fate by breathing in that winter air any longer than that, just in case it’s toxic, like everything else about winter seems to be for me.  I like it just fine from the inside looking out where I’m much less likely to slip on the ice and break important bones.

The green grass of spring is coming – I can feel it in all my important unbroken bones.