Yesterday we finally had the right kind of weather for hanging out clothes, so I loaded up my clotheslines. The smell of our bedsheets last night was heavenly. I've really missed that fresh air scent.
I spent the two cruddy days of the week inside subbing for a music teacher, and now that the temps have climbed and the sun shines, I'm free to play outside and pursue my spring chore list (bikes to tune up, windows to wash, a kennel to clean, yard to rake!). Last year I was so ahead of schedule because of the weather, now this year I feel far behind. Nearly May and I'm not even half-finished! Tomorrow Mr. D coaches a double-header and Mr. T has THREE softball games back-to-back. Mr. G has baseball practice and I have a shift in the concessions stand at the park. Thank goodness the weather will be lovely and bonus blessing: the mom I'm slated to work with is a particular favorite pal of mine, so that 2 hour shift will blow past fast.
I'm taking notes and making lists as I embark on various small projects--repainting the downstairs bathroom, installing shelves for a "fruit cellar" in our basement...and tonight Mr. D and I will sit down with a builder to discuss the next big project to take place at Chez Green Girl. I'm studying paint designs because I want to try something new in this tiny bathroom to give it more personality. So many things in the works, and all of them good.
The crocuses are in full bloom and I bet the forsythia will pop open after this warm weekend. When the tulips get a few inches out of the ground, I know it's time to get on my knees and start cleaning up the beds. I'm loath to spread new mulch this year, especially since I'm saving up for a fence around the vegetable garden. All that wood gets expensive.
Team Testosterone is muddy and glad to be outside. We didn't go to a single karate class all week and I'm not missing it as much as I'd have imagined. We really should review our sword forms before we return next week so we don't embarrass ourselves.
And it's draft season, so the winds of change are blowing through Packer country. People seem happy about our first round pick.
So, a weekend at the ballpark, punctuated by raking and digging. What's on the docket for your weekend, reader?