April Will Be Better

You know how it is when all hell is breaking loose in your life, and you just put your head down and keep on going because quitting isn’t an option, and then the sun comes out and you look up and realize you’ve been clenching your jaw for three months and it’s not over yet?

Yeah, that.

I’ve been dealing with heating contractors (that one’s done and working beautifully), car repair, vets, the IRS, Blue Cross, and the damn bears that keep tipping over my garbage cans even when there’s no garbage in there (Jesus, wild things, learn to smell). Krissie is emerging from the Winter from Hell and flying to the Pacific Northwest, so that’s good except I don’t get to see her until May. Toni is fighting the good fight with two different moron neighbors and we’re stalled on the book (me, too, not just her). And then there’s the serious stuff.

I really do love winter, I think it’s amazingly beautiful in its austerity. I love the monochrome landscape and thin, clear, gray light of day. I love the way snow transforms the landscape, especially the way dogs and kids look when they race through powder. I love sitting in front of the fire while the snow pelts the window and I even like shoveling powdery snow for a week or so. And then I just want sun again.

But now the sun’s out and I’m gearing back up to work–it’s hard to write when you’re cold but I’m lovely and toasty now–and I have big plans for April as far as clearing out and finishing things like crochet projects and house projects, maybe even getting a second bathroom because I haven’t had a bath in two years and I love baths (I’m clean, I shower), so really spring will be good. Or better. All I need is better.

So, plans for spring anybody?