Ah, Tuesday. Again. Some cultures think Tuesday the 13th is as unlucky as Friday the 13th. I just think it is March.
The snow has almost melted away. Grey and brown are the colors in nature. The roads blend into the fields with spots of dirty white waiting to disappear. I love it! This morning the squirrels were happily munching on bare limbs. The ground hog was fat and sassy, surveying his domain. He looked like a tiny bear cub. I wanted to be out and about on this really fine sunny warm day.
Wasn't going to happen, though. After washing all the clothes last night (what else does an insomniac do at 3am?) I discovered the dryer wasn't heating. And since I had washed ALL the clothes, I was trapped in a nightgown and robe. Normally I think an occasional day-long night-gown and robe vacation is fun. Today it was irony. Without the heat. DH decided to sleep in (night-turn). It was well into afternoon before he took the dryer apart to discover the broken part. Then a 20 mile trip to order the part. A quick stop to get the new dryer (clothes line) and some fun wrapping the line around anything that would hold it off the floor. Very soon my house will be a mini Gates art show. Or a maze.
No, I don't have outside clothes lines. With the neighbors burning their trash, the horse flies, and mosquitoes, it was a nearly hopeless task.
The most fun part of the day was the conversation on the way to buy parts. DH and I discussed moving to Nevada. The advantages: SUNSHINE, WARMTH, NO STATE TAXES
The disadvantages: HEAT, HEAT, HEAT
We are still debating. All opinions in my favor are welcome. All other opinions can be kept to yourselves.
Hey, it is my blog. And I am dictator of this space.
Photos of chez Maze may come soon. If the lines hold. Or even if they don't.
Life is a grand adventure. Laugh.