I know that I tend to gripe about the cold. I can’t help it. Despite having lived my entire life in places where winter is the longest season, I just can’t get over it.
Friday was the first official day of Spring, and the forecast for next week? Expect January-like temperatures. The projected high for Tuesday is supposed to be a balmy -18 degrees Celsius. Yay. Can hardly wait.
I’ve been keeping my bedroom window open at night in the misguided belief that it’s NOT THAT COLD, and THE FRESH AIR WILL DO US GOOD. What I got for my troubles was a sore throat and a sinus cold. Yay, Again.
We had a good lot of snow this winter and last week most of it melted. Creating lovely, goopy, slimy mud pits everywhere. The street I live on in my idyllic little rural community are not paved. They are gravelled. But, I was happy that the snow was gone out of my driveway, and that at least I could see the gravel again. But, then, the local idiots decided that tearing up and down our side street and four-wheel driving through the muck in their Mazda hatch-back and sore-excuse for a sports-truck would be fun. They made a grand mess of the road and the boulevard.
Yet another sign that Spring has arrived. And, here’s another. . .
The husband took matters into his own hands and went after one of them. Talked to a dad of one of the boys and told him the police would be called next time it happened. Barricades went up the next day. Hope the two are related. The traffic has been a lot more sedate since, however.
Now things are frozen again. I guess we’ll see what happens when Spring decides to stick around.
I can’t wait for Spring to really arrive. I’m thinking it might be for real somewhere around Easter. Until then I’ve got Pinterest.
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