Higher than normal winds, near record rainfall, and a general sense of gloominess kept us cooped up yesterday for the most part. I still took one child climbing, but it poured the entire day. So no option to take the kids to the driving range, or walk around the farm, split wood, or ride a bike, or skateboard. Nothing. Too much rain. I’d like to get outside a little more now that we might finally have seen the last of the flurries, single digit temps, and frosts. Soon enough we will start praying for rain if it dries up like it usually does. But no such luck yesterday. I was amazed at the sheer volume of rain that fell. The clouds had to be three miles thick and absolutely saturated for that amount of rain. Hard to fathom. Water vapour coalescing and condensing on a grand scale. Boggles the mind.
So it was well worth the effort to do the lawn on Thursday, a few days ahead of schedule. I haven’t looked outside yet today, but I’m sure we will have lots of twigs and sticks to clean up off the lawn. I hope there are no major limbs down. I think my kids would hoot & holler if anything really big happened just outside our windows, but then again with how devoted they both are to using the VR headset, they just might not look out the windows at all. I could walk into a gasp worthy scene out on the lawn.
Now it’s Sunday morning. I stayed up a little later than normal, not by much, just because it was a weird, and isolating day. I wasn’t ready for it to end even though I ultimately didn’t do anything new or unusual to add some pizzazz to an otherwise objectively boring day. Maybe today I should mop the floors, tackle cobwebs, and wash the blinds, and vacuum off the bathroom ceiling vent, and the ceiling fans. Knock those household chores off the spring cleaning list. Or gather up some clothes for our CP/Diabetes clothing donations, and bring my closet back down to a manageable level of fullness. I once again have altogether too many clothes. I’m once again up over 200 lbs, even with two days climbing, five days of dog walking, occasionally splitting wood via axe, by hand. I’m gaining weight, and snacking more out of boredom.
I really need to be more active, and eat fewer calories, and try to eat healthier because I don’t like feeling squashed inside my clothes, and buying newer larger clothes is not a healthy option.
In other news I purchased the house a new locking garbage can, and a new larger, and also lockable green bin. So I need to take the saws-all to both old bins and stuff the remains in a garbage bag so they actually get taken away as trash, and not left behind as receptacles for trash. This time I WANT you to take away those busted up bins bruh!
Reminds me, I need to drill tiny holes in the bottom of the new bins to allow rain water to drain out. The freezing of water inside the bins is what chartered and warped my previous bins. Also raccoons and vermin chewed the ever living shit out of the lids & handles trying to get inside them. I genuinely consider poison when those little shits start to destroy my stuff. As inhumane as that is. Piss off trash panda!
Squirrels and chipmunks dig up my bulbs, and the bunnies lop the heads off my tulips, and the damn raccoon knocks over my bins and spreads my green bin food waste contents all over the porch. I’d wheeze them all if I could. Traps. Poison bait. You name it I’d do it, except then I gotta dispose of bodies, or see the next animals in line move in and do more of the same. The devil you know, and all that Jazz.
The rains are depressing, as well as awe inspiring, and a little intimidating. Sounds nice on the roof. Filled the rain barrel in about a minute. I never did buy a second one.
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