…and we haven’t had a more wintery day since early February!
I intended to spend this blustery day, which might possibly crawl its sorry ass up into the low fifties by mid-afternoon, cocooned in the Lair reading a good book. But that doesn’t hold the charm for me that it used to. I do hope this means I’m becoming a better, more industrious person like my neighbor D, and not just that I’m losing what remains of my attention span.
Anyway, it’s spring. Flowers bloom!
And I’m wandering around looking for something to do. How about a visit to the reloading shack?
I’ve still got a hundred or so sized and primed .44 cases I could load…
It’d be a pity to waste a pretty day doing that. Boring task.
Also, it doesn’t take very long. While the boys snoozed in the cabin I wandered over to Landlady’s place to check on #2, who’s acting perfectly healthy today. Snagged a drywall square while I was there, because I just thought of a quick chore I could do…
The floor’s been rotting out of the Jeep trailer for forever, but it’s really about to cave in. It would take about fifty dollars worth of lumber to fix it right, and then I’d only find that the bolts are frozen for all of time…
But it just so happens I recently scrounged a whole sheet of plywood too warped and rat-fouled to use for anything else. Didn’t know what I wanted to do with it when I picked it up, but it occurred to me I can probably get another couple of years out of the trailer’s floor if I overlay it with this. So that’s what we’re doing this afternoon before evening chores.
Probably time for a nap in there somewhere, too. It’s really an indoor day.
Today’s forecast high: 74. Wednesday’s low: 32. Weather, she is fickle.
We’ve got 6″ of snow, with 12″ reported in town, and more bursts for the next 3 days. I was excited to see our first mountain bluebird and even the first few dandelions. Spring is here, just the April showers aren’t quite what I normally envision. Less than 2 weeks til the hummingbirds start arriving and then I’ll really be convinced of Spring. Oh well, bad weather keeps my nose to the grindstone trying to get our house ready to try to sell this summer.
“But that doesn’t hold the charm for me that it used to.”
No kidding. I used to consume books by the truckload. Now I can walk into Powells Bookstore and after half an hour there walk out with nothing. My “care factor” seems pretty low, as we used to say in the “service” (of the Empire).