Spring officially arrived this morning. And not that manic-depressive spring we’ve been having that’s been passive-aggressively toying with our emotions because it wasn’t hugged enough as a child by Father Winter.
No, I’m talking about stable because it’s happily hopped up on pills and booze spring.
Or at least it has in my neck of the woods. Sunny, breezy, mid-60’s perfect spring. For the first time in MONTHS I was able to open the windows, letting out the stench of cooped up dog and overcooked Christmas ham.
The birds are chirping. The neighborhood kids are outside playing (and/or reenacting scenes from “Lord of the Flies”). The random dudes who are somehow related to my landlord and store their stuff in the garage are in my driveway working on their RV or possibly building a meth lab in their RV.
Yes, it’s a beautiful day.
So beautiful that when I got out of the shower, I half expected a bunch of birds to fly in, towel me off and throw a bright pink Disney princess dress over my head that floated down and fit me perfectly. And then some happy squirrels would intricately lace a bunch of flowers in my hair. And then my dog would come running in and eat them all.
In fact, this weather has put me in such a good mood I actually cleaned. Better yet, I even went to the store beforehand to buy ACTUAL CLEANING PRODUCTS instead of wiping off the counter with leftover dog shampoo and my husband’s Green Lantern T-shirt.
Like, I scrubbed the TOILET. I mopped. I finally threw out the aforementioned Christmas ham that had been hanging out, possibly gaining consciousness, in the fridge.
I even made the bed (and by “made the bed” I mean picked the sheets up off the floor, since my husband and I are those kind of sleepers who thrash around violently in our REM cycles, and then haphazardly laid them back on the bed).
Yes, I hate to be this person, considering I didn’t get to where I am in my writing career (underpaid and underemployed) by being positive and non-sarcastic, but this weather has definitely brought back a spring in my step (pun COMPLETELY intended…also, sorry).
And guys, this could just be the vitamin D talking here, but it’s enough to make a girl think that everything is going to be OK.
Yup, it’s Springtime in the Rockies too! Is it *really* time to toss the Christmas ham already?! ha! ha!
If I wasn’t in such a good mood, I would have just let the ham stay in there until it walked out on its own, arm in arm with the mashed potatoes leftover from Thanksgiving. But what can I say? Spring makes me, dare I say it, productive and slightly more normal. 🙂
I wish this motivated me to do the same.. but alas, I am sitting here with a sink full of dirty dishes… thinking about making some popcorn. In fact, I will have some popcorn.
I’m lazy! I’m not ashamed of that. I love to relax. But when it comes to cleaning I have a switch. I put on good music and start, in spite of my usual laziness. Once I start it’s not that hard if you have a bunch of steps already prepared in your head. I personally look at cleaning as a game with levels that must be completed and because I’m competitive I always manage to accomplish my task and the prize is that I feel useful and awesome. 🙂 I loved your article and really enjoyed reading it 🙂