|"Indestructible" Dog Toy|
Bertie wins every time. I have now gone through six "Indestructible" dog toys. This one has lasted, such as it is, longer than all the rest. My rule of thumb is to do triage on dog toys three times, then out they go. I am waiting until "Liony" is limb-less.
As we slog through the latest day of gloom - will the sun EVER show itself? - I am comforted by the fact that most of the snow is gone. I have received notice that my seed potatoes will arrive this week, my onion sets arrived yesterday and my seed-starting workshop is Saturday. While I cannot wait to get out in my garden and plant, it is in no way, shape or form ready. I have started to construct my large, three bay compost station and hope to get that finished, or mostly-finished, by the end of the weekend. If I pace myself right, I should be able to also get a couple of raised beds cleaned up and get into the over-planted strawberry patch to get that in shape as well. Needless to say, housecleaning will, once again, take third place, if it places at all. This may also be the weekend of the first grilled meal. The dogs were showing a suspicious interest in my gas grill and I was afraid that I would lift the top to find a mouse condo. I did not! This is the first spring that I don't have to do a major clean-out of my grill! The only thing I did differently was to put mothballs on a plastic jar lid, as opposed to in a plastic bag with the top left open. One less thing to clean up!
Mud season has started along with what I call the "Oh, say by the light of the new dawning season, we find all we put off with what we thought was good reason" season. In other words, once the snow melts, all those things on which I procrastinated are rearing their ugly little heads. Pfft. At least I have reached the age where I am realistic about the fact that I won't change. It just means I have to move a little faster on the weekends. Which is not as easy as it used to be because I have reached this age. Crikey. Or, make that Creaky.