Month: February 2003

It was worth getting snow in my boots and all over my pants to refill the birdfeeder with more expensive seed.

Get a really really complex answer.

It’s very warm out, I mean, relatively warm, in the 40s. But some of my snow and ice isn’t melting because it isn’t in the sun. I think that’s totally unfair. I was checking my mailbox (nothing yet…where are youuuuuuu Mr. Mailman?) and hit a patch of black ice. Did that weird arms “akimbo” dance and dropped a brand-new notebook into the snow, messing up at least half the pages. I’m just lucky I didn’t fall or pull something. But why the hell was there black ice anyway?

Some schmoe decided to try to park his truck closer to the curb by backing into me this morning in the Y parking lot. Right. I was standing still, and he used his bumper to remove my grill. I hope Junior doesn’t actually retain ANY of the language his lovely and demur mother used when it happened. sigh

Off to swim lessons. The Boy has actually amazed me with his enthusiasm, given that he’s afraid of getting his face wet and to this day washing his hair is torture. I think a LOT of the credit should go to his instructor, Allen. Wish us luck.