Friday, April 4
Certainly it is raining outside and it is April. Barring a global climatic catastrophe there will be flowers in May but what causal effect may be involved I can’t say. Am I in the doldrums—probably? The temperatures have warmed up and yesterday proved to be rather sunny. The dawn chorus was cheerfully exuberant and a Cardinal whistled all day outside our dock so the birds seem to think it’s Spring. Every watercourse is in full flood but still patches of dirty ice and solid snow banks linger to remind us of the Winter that was.
Saturday, April 5
Today, Saturday, a hazy sun is making a weak attempt at warming things up outside but dirty patches of congealed snow still persist. Since last night was Friday night there seemed to be a lot of noise outside my window and I did not sleep well. This morning I got up and went back to bed several times and still don’t feel particularly lively. The recurrent car alarm that has been splitting the air with its strident chirpings has done nothing to improve matters. Unfortunately this state of spring doldrums has persisted in my life now since the supposed arrival of the vernal equinox. Those who read this blog will have noticed a lack of entries of late. I must also apologize for not having taken the time to edit the entries I have posted after sending them in via E-mail.
Perhaps a long soak in the tub—fresh clean linens can’t hurt—at least I’ll feel clean. Bacon and eggs breakfast with freshly perked coffee—a full tummy can’t hurt either. Just cleaned my glasses, some days they just don’t seem to get clean no matter what one does. Stewart MacLean’s Vinyl Café is playing on the radio and upstairs the humidifier is soaking in vinegar against its annual summer hiatus. If things go according to plan I won’t need it next year. Just performed the weekly ritual of winding my striking clock; then went up to pour baking soda and the vinegar from the humidifier down my bathroom sink drain. The minutia of weekend chores. Perhaps another coffee? I should load the dishwasher as the sink and counters are getting rather full.
The last two weeks at work have been frustrating. We’re supposed to be getting our database ready for the coming volume count but the blighters have updated the program we’re supposed to be using to do it and yesterday we learned the laptop and computers we have won’t run the new version. In the past two weeks the office has averaged a million pieces of unaddressed admail a week—keeping the office staff busy printing control labels, LCA’s frantic attempting to process, and grumbling letter carriers burdened with the weight of them all. The DRS printer breaks down with predictable regularity, customers keep losing their mailbox keys, spend a fortune on postage but can’t use a viable address, and show up a minute before closing time with a ton of mail. Yesterday the computer decided it didn’t want to recognize the PDA attached to it. A call to tech support reached an oriental sounding wet behind the ears newbie who wasted 2 hours of my time reading a tech manual and getting nowhere. Later someone else covered much the same ground and established what I already knew—the software wasn’t working. Sometime in the future someone will arrive to re-install it. Days like yesterday make one thankful when quitting time arrives.
I’ve been following the progress of the movie Stop-Loss since word of its production first appeared on the web. Being a Canadian and too old and infirm for anyone’s draft I’m blissfully beyond the concerns expressed there but with both Channing Tatum and Ryan Phillippe in one movie what’s not to like? With those dimples, eternally boyish open face, curls-rather cropped here, and that agile athletic body and rippling torso who but Reese could resist? Perhaps having a husband who’s even more beautiful puts a stain on a marriage. Channing’s rugged charisma isn’t hard on the eyes either.
I’ll probably wait for it on DVD but it provides the greatest temptation I’ve had lately to go to a theatre. There are actually two that are technically in
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