I finally managed to get about a third of my remaining fall bulbs in the ground. Started on Sunday, and almost finished digging this one-third of the trench out, when it started raining. We’ve been having a little rain problem up here, in case you’ve been living in a cave and didn’t hear… Rained all day, and then all day yesterday. Fortunately, I had thrown down a tarp, so I could bail out the water and finish this morning before our vet appointment. The ones that were actually planted in the fall are growing like crazy, and are going to be gorgeous in a week or two. I still have maybe 300 to go, but the cold weather is pretty much over after tonight, so I’m not going to rush - they won’t come up til next year anyway. And in the process of poking around, I discovered that my lilac and azaleas have buds, and lots of things are starting to grow leaves, including one of the rose bushes already, all of the daylilies and irises, and even the delphinium. I’m so ready for spring.
I’m so burned out. I could sleep for 15 days. My dog went in for his checkup last Friday, and I had them knock him out to clean his teeth, xray his hips for dysplasia, and remove a big yucky cyst on his neck. So his hip dysplasia is one of the worst cases his doc has ever seen, and he has this huge hole in the back of his neck that looks like they removed his brain instead of a cyst. Then, Sunday, he ripped the sutures out, so we got to spend Easter at the emergency vet. And now I’m sleeping downstairs every night, because he can’t make it up the long and steep stairs to my room. Poor baby. So I’m more than a little stressed about that. And I just finished the project from hell, and I’m still reeling from that torture. I need a vacation…
Joey Ramone is dead at 49. Without this man, there would have been no punk. Adios Amigo.
What a difference a day makes. Or a year. Yesterday it was fifty degrees, sunny, almost all of the snow melted, except on the north side of the house. Last year, I played golf on my birthday. Barefoot. This year, today, it’s snowing. Hard. Frankly, it looks much better. I’m ready for spring, but it’s like a haircut growing out. The transition is ugly, and my birthday shall be lovely. Let it snow.