Yesterday I went out to the county road to pick up Landlady, because given the forecast only an idiot would drive her little townie car to the wrong side of what’s likely to be miles of mud by tomorrow. I held up my layer-laden sleeve and exclaimed, “End of April and look what I’m wearing!” I’m actually undoing earlier timid efforts at putting winter stuff into storage, because damn.
Early in the week a family member of the new owner of J&H’s old property moved an RV trailer in and prepared to stay the summer. That was Monday and it was cold and absurdly windy and spitting snow. By Thursday, with the wind trying its damndest to push that trailer right off the ridgetop, I really started to feel sorry for the guy and began to see – a rarity for me – why somebody might not actually enjoy living here.
Because this is April! Tomorrow is May! This is supposed to be the reward for all that bullshit we spent the last five months slogging through. But instead I’m anxiously watching my stump sock supply because it’s been too crappy out to do laundry.
And I’ve got it easy compared to some of you guys. Wah! I want my Spring!
And now I’m going to turn my computer off, because even though at this very moment there’s barely a cloud in the sky it rained all night and it’s supposed to be thunderstorms all afternoon. So I’m soaking up photons while I may.
The weather is getting strange all over. On Monday we had an inch of snow and today I was out working in a tee shirt. As for your new neighbor and the trailer if he ain’t smart enough to protect it from the wind what’s he gonna do when the weather gets serious? It’s the little things like parking the trailer facing directly into or away from the prevailing wind, etc., etc.
And another little thing like 3 sections of really heavy tow chain over the trailer and attached to steel rods placed at least 6 feet deep in the rock, like buildings are fastened down in the mountains. I predict many future posts about the adventures of the new owners and their family member.