Years ago I just decided that March is winter and spring doesn't really begin until April. By adopting this calendar, I'm a lot less frustrated and pissed off because the weather in March tends to be lousy. Cold, snowy, sleety and damp. Like last weekend.
We got a ton of rain and warm enough temps that the snow started to melt. Our creek is now flooded up over the fields and the woods is impassable. I didn't get too excited, though. I bundled, up, went outside, chipped a length of tubing free from a snowbank, hooked it up to our sump pump drain and waited for the weather to get cold again.
Sure enough, it'll be in the 30's all week and we've got fresh snow on the ground. But I can't go skiing on my trails because it rained and thawed everything to slush and it's not cold enough freeze it again, so the woods, fields, almost all of my ski trails remain impassable. It's not warm enough to get any work done outside, either, so I have to ignore my spring chore list until April. March is a whole month of sitting inside looking outside waiting for the situation to change.
Plus it's dark now when we wake up and no one's very happy about that either.
And I slept funny (funny weird, not funny hilarious), so my shoulder and elbow are all wonky.
Mr. D's decided to do a juice fast for the rest of this week, so I get to make two kinds of food--carbohydrate/protein based meals for the bachelors, veggie/fruit based slurry for him. I'm sticking with dark chocolate and cookies with a side of wine because hellyeahit'sthattimeofmonth.
And everything is working my last nerve. From people who don't know how to operate their directional signals while driving to idiot Facebook posts. (Don't get me started on polio vaccinations or pictures of skinny girls or debating gun control. Really.)
Yep, like the whole month of March, I'm in an ornery mood so I'm going to lay low and keep away from potential landmines like the internet, television and AM radio.