Bird house number one is hanging in the front of the house. No tenants yet. Bird house number two was hung on a baby pine tree this morning.
Bird house number three was hung on the tree right outside the bedroom door, which is also the first tree in the yard to start coming alive. Green!
Finally, for now at least, the bird feeders are full. It’s Spring, babie! Enjoy!
According to the website almanac.com, Spring in the Northern Hemisphere starts at 5:24pm today. In my time zone, that’s 12 minutes from now!
Oh Happiness! Oh Bliss! Oh Rapture! The son of a bitch we call Winter is going to officially end in just a few minutes! 11 minutes to go!
Now if only we could just flip a switch and have warm, happy weather right on queue instead of weeks more of cold and dreary awful. Sure, Winter is ending, but the crappy conditions are going to stick around for a while. It’s Spring, how about no more ice at all until next December? Can we make that happen? Nine minutes to go!
Eight minutes to go now! I am so excited!
Seven minutes to go! I can’t wait! It’s almost here!
Spring is the best, isn’t it? It makes me want to take faux artsy pics of sun and shadow while listening to a Genesis song about a mouse and cooking chicken and quinoa.
Granted it would be better if it were warmer than the current 34 degrees. Brr.
Jen and I spent our Sunday morning prepping the kitchen and the dining room both for the next week’s worth of contractors and for what comes after the contractors are done. Mostly we just talked about redesigning things and cleaning up some of the places that require changes. We also built the first piece of pre-fab kitchen furniture. The ball is rolling and it is out of control.
The Bruins traded for a new defenseman and the Red Sox signed a new infielder (I think). I don’t know either of them because I am completely out of touch, but they both received long term contracts so maybe they’re both pretty good? I hope so. I missed the last couple of Bruins games so I didn’t hear that Bergeron is injured. Shit.
I may have made a decision about music last night and it may result in more annoying blog posts. Duck and cover kids. It was well after midnight and I should have been asleep but I was wide awake. I started poking through my Alonetone account. I listened to a few things from the last couple of re-recording projects. I thought to myself… do I want to do another one? I have six “albums”, do I want to do a seventh? There are two or three songs from last month’s RPM Challenge that might be worth another look. There’s also a couple of songs from the previous RPM that might be worthwhile too. Shit… I think I am starting to put together Quarantine Tunes Volume Seven. Just when you thought it was safe to listen to music again.
Spring officially began about an hour and 10 minutes ago. We survived another Winter. Now we just need to avoid any unscheduled Spring snow. That would be nice, right?
Okay. I need to do some laundry. I’ll talk to you later.
March 18, 2022… and the window is open.
Spring is coming.
It’s 64 degrees out. The forecast says it’s going to hit 70. It feels absolutely glorious outside so I’ve opened all of the windows in the house. I think Spring might finally be here. It’s wonderful.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring. Today is the first day I opened a window in the bedroom. Happy days.
Spring hasn’t sprung yet, but it is springing.
I think I say this every year, but maybe this year I’ll get new bird feeders. Maybe this year I’ll just get a second double post with a second squirrel baffle and a second pair of feeders and feed twice the number of birds.
Probably not, but maybe.
The temperature today hit 72 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s like… spring.
Of course the downside is when I took out the trash, stepped on the lawn, and sank into the swamp like mud field.
It’ll be so worth it once the effin’ snow is gone.
I’m exhausted, my eyes are so tired that they are making my head hurt. First thing I do once this Covid shit is over is get new glasses. Second is get my Les Paul fixed up like new. Okay, maybe not second.
I don’t have anything really important to add to the universal discussion today. Just working the day through. I’m on lunch right now, in the last few minutes of my break, and I just wanted to state to the public that I am sick and tired of snow.
It’s March 8th. Spring is less than two weeks away. The entire ground is still covered with snow. I’m tired of it. I want to see grass again, even if it’s dead grass. I’m done with snow. I want it gone. Screw you snow. Screw you winter. It’s our second Covid-19 March and if we have to suffer through more lock down then I want my freakin’ Springtime and I want it right freakin’ now.
Thank you. I patiently await the Universe’s response.
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