Tuesday, February 24, 2009

'tude tuesday: the thaw

Seems like just last week it was freezing outside - icicles hanging from the rain gutters, slabs of black ice just outside the garage doors. Oh, wait. It was just last week.

Today it was in the mid-60s according to my Google weather, which means those icicles are no more, and the black ice slabs have turned to puddles. Unfortunately, the Bobcat driver who plowed my driveway several weeks ago also scooped up most of the cinders, which means I'm faced with a muddy mess outside. I'm constantly reminding all the kids who are always running in and out of the house to wipe their feet and take off their shoes just inside the door.

But I don't really mind. It's been a long winter, literally, figuratively and in lots of other -ivelys, so dealing with the new mud and racing the running water on the side of the road when I drive feels almost like some kind of absolution. I walked outside the other day and heard the strangest sound that made me look up. It was coming from way up high in a ponderosa, and it was a solitary songbird singing just for me (or at least that's how it felt). I admire its pluck, but hope it doesn't freeze to death when the next storm front moves in. Today my son got a ticket to the Suns game down in Phoenix in a few weeks, and it's about time for me to stock up on crocus and tulip bulbs to plant outside around the base of the windmill. Maybe I'll really get into the Holland theme and wear a pair of wooden clogs while I'm planting.

I've been kidded for my stubborn insistence that spring is just around the corner, and that's (as SNL's Stuart Smalley would say) "okay." "Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and - doggone it - people like me."

I may be the ultimate optimist, or I may be the Queen of Denial. Whatever it takes to keep the 'tude going in these last dog days of winter is just fine with me.

1 comment:

  1. The ice is gone out here, too and the wash is about to start flowing.

    When you go to the Phx Suns game... map it :-)

    Yes, Sally, people DO like you - very much!