It got to almost 50 degrees yesterday..and it rained. The snow is retreating fast. The snow stick still has some icy snow around it but it may be gone any minute especially if it continues to rain.
Here is an idiot fisherman and his transportation out on the lake. I hope that is not one of my relatives. Perhaps he wants one of those Viking Funerals..you know the ones, they prop your dead body up in a boat..add sticks and straw and a little accelerant and then lob flaming arrows into the boat at sunset…then they all grab hands and sing “Kum by yah.”
The ice on the lake is covered in water. Far Guy walked out on the lake a bit. Chance and I stayed ashore.
Chance is pulling his every spring thing. He has tender feet and when the snow gets icy ridges he walks on three legs. He holds one in the air…first it was the back right then the front right..Far Guy babies him. “Oh, poor Chancey does your foot hurt?” The dog just soaks all that up and limps even worse, he is a smart dog. He misses the activity of having doggie company so he is in a bit of a funk this week.
I absolutely hate the adjustment to Day Light Saving time. It is real dark in the morning again. My body and clock rhythm end up all out of sync..I get a headache and I get cranky..irritable..well more irritable than normal.
Lately little things bother me, like the blonde gal at the grocery store that wants to put 50 pounds of groceries in one of my reusable bags. I always tell her “I have lots of bags..keep them light please.” Well if I cannot lift it from the counter into my cart with one hand then it may be too heavy doncha think? If I have to use both hands then it is way too freaking heavy. One day she double triple loaded all my bags, I could not lift them..so I stood there in line re-bagging the groceries. I like Eric he never makes the bags too heavy and he never touches my bread. My bread all gets loaded into the top part of the cart and never in a bag. If I am going to pay $3.89 for a loaf of bread I do not want it squished. Eric knows that…the other bleached blond broad should take a lesson. So..I am not only scanning all the checkouts for the least germy person..I now have to watch out for the bleached blonde bagger. Grocery shopping is getting more complicated all the time. They moved the Pizza Dough Mix..it has been in the same spot for over two years. They were moving it around one day when I wandered down that aisle..I told them to leave it where it was at. I shared with them how miserable it is to look up and down an entire aisle searching for one item..change is not always a good thing.
I won’t even begin to complain about the wonderful postal workers that carry our mail in snow, sleet, rain and in the gloom of night. Or the exceptional service that we don’t get 4 miles away. I now drive 7 miles one direction or 14 miles the other direction to the post office to avoid the guy that is breathing good air.
Darn Day Light Saving time anyway:(