Thursday, March 2, 2006

It's the time of the season ...

I've been dealing with a lot of stuff lately, as you know. But that's about to change.

Three reasons.

First, I "passed the kidney stone." That's how I described it to S in a e-mail earlier this week--all the work I had to do to gather documentation, forms and etc. and so forth for my mom's Medicaid application. It took several weeks to locate everything I needed, including some extensive searching of my mom's papers at her place, but it's all there now, including quit-claim deed, auto title, insurance numbers, property tax forms and the like. On Wednesday morning, it went out in the mail.

Second, the frantic and hectic winter sports season is on its last legs. This is/was the last week of the regular season. Over the weekend, the volleyball district tourney. Next week, the basketball districts. I fully expect two teams I cover to be "one and done." The others may go on a ways. Nevertheless, the work will be a lot easier. Not so many plates to keep spinning.

Third, we're in for a big meltdown. Our weather has stayed colder than normal, and the snow--about two feet of it now--it still there. But the sun has been out a lot lately, and it's getting higher and higher in the sky. That means, it has more power, and once the temperatures get above 32, we are going to see some big-time melting. The days are over 11 hours long now, too. Winter is on its last legs.

That doesn't necessarily mean we'll be seeing "spring" anytime soon. Typically, we get some melting, then it gets colder and a little more snow, than more melting. We have to be patient about things like this. By mid-April, we should have seen the last of our snow. Around May 1, I'll have to mow the lawn for the first time.

Patience is tough to come by, though, when you're eager to put the heavy coat away, to leave your jacket open and forget the gloves for a few months. The snow shovels are still at hand. Looking forward to putting them away and getting out the grill again.

Yeah, Old Man Winter may clock us again. But his days are numbered.

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