It seems like Spring has sprung. . .not only have my iris bulbs poked green fingers through the earth, but I saw three dandelions on my walk in the mud. Literally, I was walking in deep mud today in my good boots. It seems with the unseasonably warm temperatures, that not only foliage has reared their little heads, but also the John Cougar Mellencampy Highway Man has also reared his head. The man looks like the lead singer from Helix, and if you are from around these parts you have probably seen him trying to thumb a ride on the highway.
Adam made the mistake of picking the poor bugger up once, and regretted it. The man would not stop talking the whole ride. I couldn't believe Adam actually picked up a hitch hiker, I was sure to give him a lecture on the dangers of doing so. At least The Acid Wash Traveller was benign.
He only comes out in good weather it seems.
He is also a pest (I am one of those weirdo magnets). . .do not make eye contact. . .do not acknowledge his existence. Otherwise, he will yell at you, follow you, or hang out at the end of your driveway. Last year during a thaw, I saw him out across the street picking up beer bottles. He didn't have a vessel to carry them in, so he found a dilapidated plastic bag in a snow bank. When he tried to wrestle the bag out of the snow bank, some dirt must of flown up and hit him in the eye. I watched as he rubbed his eyelid for a few minutes whilst stumbling around. It's not that I watched on purpose, it was at that precise moment I was waving Adam off to work, and his actions caught my attention.
Adam also saw a robin, twice on his way to work. Either someone has played a practical joke, and placed a robin on the hydro line near the River Nith, or this robin is Temperaturely Challenged.
I saw a very nice documentary on Whooping Cranes the other night. Which reminded me of the book "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues". That was a fun book.
Oh, while I am ignoring my children (they are really ignoring me. . .watching t.v.), I keep going in and poking them and making faces, but they just give me dirty looks "move mom, I can't see".
It's raining here right now and I am feeling a tad melancholy. The fire won't start in the woodstove, it is damp and cool. Musty. Dusty.
The street lights are casting illumination on the slick street, the windows are splattered, and my tea, although warm is too strong. Bitter.
Solemn. Tired. Drained. Pooped. Bored.
I want to list some stuff, but I think I should err on the side of caution. . . wait for the new computer. I had bought a few things a while ago from a really nice power seller on Ebay. She was great, then she had some problems, and was NARU'd. I do not want a blight on my feedback, because I can't respond to emails, or my computer is kaput. Patience Lisa Son. Catch fly with chopstick. Wax on Wax off.
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