I know it’s spring when:
- My winter clothes are away.
- None of my pants fit.
- I’m able to walk outside without a jacket.
- The fan is whirring away at night.
- I start looking at stuff to do outside the house.
- The plants are outside.
I know it’s spring when:
Fall lasted about eight hours this year. A couple weeks ago, temperatures dropped about 20 degrees overnight. Normally, any temperatures above 50s, I would just leave the kids outside. But because it went from 80s to 50s/60s overnight, I decided to bring them in for the winter season. They had no time to gradually acclimate to the cold.
I’m so ready for fall. Sorta. I’m ready for pumpkin spice everything! But this weekend’s all day rain situation made it seem a little too right away and I’m not sure I’m that ready.
I can already feel the days getting shorter and that’s a bummer.
This unusually chilly, wet weekend, I looked at my closet of tank tops and just felt like tossing it all in a bag and stuffing it in the back of the closet, then curling up with a glass of wine and eating something with pumpkin in it. It’s too soon though. We still have plenty of 80 degree days to contend with. So maybe I’m not so ready for it.
For years my coat closet has had a mold problem. My newish L.L. Bean canvas tote grew mildewy in one year. I guess I didn’t use it as frequently as I thought I would. Darn YouTube advertising. Anyway, every time I found a mildewy item, I would clean out the closet. I’d wash everything I could and take the rest to the cleaners. I even laid down paper towels and set out plates of baking soda around the place to figure out and alleviate whatever was causing this damp, musty issue. This nonsense has been carrying on for years. I can’t believe I’m saying this. I can’t believe I put up with it for so long. I just didn’t know what to do. Hire a plumber? It was a contained issue though so I shut the closet door, out of sight, etc. This summer I found two jackets, not in the usual musty closet, but in the dressing room and they had mildew on them. They had been cleaned and not worn in too many years. I took them to the cleaners and thankfully, they cleaned them up. But this incident finally made it realize, our place is just too humid (and I have too many clothes). Two fish tanks, a steamer cooker that’s run multiple times a week, a clothes drying rack, countless plants, all while it’s August in the East Coast swamp. What did I expect?! We got a dehumidifier and if the clothes drying rack was 2017’s purchase of the year, the dehumidifier is easily the best purchase of 2018. I know 2018 isn’t over yet but still. It’s life-altering. I did a final clean and wash of our musty closet and it’s been free and clear of must ever since. I used to think dehumidifiers were for basements. Nay, they are for East Coast summers. We’ve also been much more comfortable with the lower humidity levels.
I know, I know, it’s spring already. Days are longer, more sunshine. Etc. Blah blah, whatever. I’m not feeling it. I’m feeling mopey and dopey, unmotivated, unenthusiastic, and generally bleh.
Yesterday at work, I googled “things to do.” Literally (in the correct usage of this term), I feel like I have no ideas to motivate me to do anything. One of the ideas that came out of the search was to engage in a hobby. I went through my head of all the hobbies I picked up and put down and can’t think of anything that excites me. The only thing I still enjoy doing is tending the houseplants. Thank goodness for that little bit of activity.
Lately I’ve been trying to plan a trip to somewhere. I get excited about it for all of a day and then I lose interest. In the place. In traveling. In leaving the house.
There’s a big snow storm outside right now too. The groundhog was right.
This blog is eleven. Today was freezing cold and windy. Temperatures in the low 20s with the wind making it feel even colder. I don’t need no stinkin’ rodent to tell me it’s winter until it’s spring. Though that’s exactly what he said. Six more weeks of winter. I’m glad about it though. Maybe if I dance hard enough, we’ll get a proper snow.
Happy Pi Day! It’s also Albert Einstein’s birthday. How fitting.
It snowed pretty hard last night and today. I went into the office late and most people weren’t around. It’s kind of nice to watch a satisfying snowstorm before winter is over. I guess the groundhog, Phil, was right after all about a long winter. It was springlike weather all winter long and just as we’re a week away from Spring, we get this.
This blog is 10 years old! TEN! YEARS! A decade!
This winter has been more spring-like than wintery so I’m not even paying attention to the ol’ rodent. My nose knows what’s going and and what’s going on is, we haven’t had much of a winter.
I went downtown for a work event yesterday. During the lunch break, I met up with a friend for lunch and we walked around our old favorite walking paths from 10 years ago. 10!!! Not too much had changed except ourselves. She said she’s less patient. I am less restless. And we both reminisced about when we used to walk around town every day during lunch. I had a few extra minutes and walked around some gardens that we used to walk through. I don’t know how they do it but the roses were still in bloom. Then again, it was 70 some degrees today.
And it’s back into the 80s we go. I knew this autumn weather wasn’t ready to be officially cold just yet, so I left a few summer items mingling about. It’s so weird wearing gloves one morning and then whipping out my last opportunity for a summer dress a few days later.