Wake me when it's over

I mean winter, of course. This winter started late, sometime in the middle of December, but started with a Look At Me assault of frigid air and arrogance and it hasn't taken a rest since then. This has been a long-johns type of winter all winter long.

I'm tired of cold and snow and ice. This afternoon I ventured outside for the first time in 4 days. "This isn't so bad", I thought to myself on the way to the trash receptacle. "The sun is shining. It's almost warm out here." On the way back, I thought to myself, "HOLY CRAP! That wind is cold." I still have a headache from it even though I wore my old lady scarf over my head and face.

I shouldn't complain about the amount of snow we have though I know it will take a month to melt between me and my car. We got a few inches Tuesday and were expecting 2 - 3 inches more that night when I got an email from my aunt who said her granddaughter in the east had over 2 foot of snow and her grandson to the west was expecting 2 - 3 feet of snow. Really, when you think about it 2 - 3 inches isn't all that bad.

When is spring anyway - isn't it about time for it to make an appearance? I know it's still a month away, but girl can dream, can't she? Just wake me when it gets here.

(Sour Cherry Tree - Picture courtesy of Wikipedia)

My Rememberer Needs Fixed Again

Last weekend I work up with a short story in my head. It was a great story and in my sleep I had sketched out the whole thing from beginning to end, in order. I know it was a great story, but I can't remember anything else about it.

Not the plot. Not the characters. Not the beginning. I remember it was great and it was simple with a twist at the end. Not much to go on, is it?

Reminded me of a comedian who told a story about dreaming the world's funniest joke. He woke up and wrote in on a notepad he kept next to his bed just for that purpose. He went back to sleep happy in knowing that he had the world's greatest joke to add to his routine. When he awoke the next morning and eagerly read what he had written in the middle of the night, he said, "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

Sigh.......

Time has a way of getting away from me. It seems like I posted something only 2 or 3 days ago, but I see it was a week ago. I've been very, very busy. No, really I have.

I had to "redo" a presentation for work. By redo I mean start over from scratch with a new topic and do all the work myself. Of course.

I did the draft last weekend (no overtime, just my time) and thought I could get somebody to offer to help. Nope, Nada, Zilch. It's not that they wouldn't help if I asked, I just don't want to ask. So I worked 2 - 3 hours every evening rounding it out and then another 4 - 8 hours this weekend polishing it off. I think I'm done. Till somebody else comes up with a big bright idea for me to do.

And I mean only done with that project. I have a ton of other stuff piling up on my work list. It would help if my work computer worked half as well as it should. But it doesn't. So my frustration with work grows. And grows.

Big sigh.
Big, Big sigh.

On another note, this evening I perused my Amazon.com recommendations for things to buy and saw they had recommended an exercise DVD because I had put a cookie baking machine on my shopping list. Somebody at Amazon must think that's funny.

On still another note. I have arthritis in my left wrist. I only mention it because it really hurts today. Maybe that means a change in the weather.

It snowed here last Friday. At least 6 inches. I haven't been outside to see it. I can get a good enough view by squinting through the slats of the mini-blinds on the front window. I'll probably go to work tomorrow, but there is already a winter storm advisory out for Tuesday. We're supposed to get even more snow than we did Friday.

Big sigh.
Big, Big sigh.

Another month

It's February 1st. Tomorrow is Groundhog's Day when we're suppose to find out if it's going to be winter 6 more weeks or not. The Farmer's Almanac says not and today I'm going to believe a farmer over a fat rodent that's been sleeping for several months and doesn't want to get up anyway just for the mayor of Punxsutawny, PA.

I used to know somebody that lived in Punxsutawny but I don't know where she lives now. Her name is Connie and we went to grade school together. When I first went to that school somebody said, "You and Connie will be good friends" and we were, till we graduated from 8th grade and her family moved to Punsxutawny. We collected Trixie Belden books and made paper doll furniture and learned the twist from our 3rd grade teacher and were co-valedictorians at graduation. But I don't know where she is now.

Tomorrow is also Jinian's 20th birthday. I can't figure out how she got to be that old. I'm sure her grandmother is only 29.

And the world goes round

I'm having one of my dizzy weeks this week.

I said "dizzy" not "ditzy".

Actually, I have vertigo. Vertigo is a feeling that the room is spinning. When I turn my head a certain way or try walking while looking straight ahead, the whole world starts spinning and I start meandering from side to side. Makes me look like I'm tipsy.

I said "tipsy", not "ditzy". Give it a rest.

On my way across the street to work this morning, I walked with a wide stance, kind of rolling like you use to keep your balance on a ship.

I started singing to myself, "What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor?"

Then I couldn't get the song out of my head.

No, it doesn't prove I'm ditzy.