As Straight as a Bent Arrow...

Walking outside for the first time today, my senses were bombarded by Spring and sweet smells.  T-shirt and jeans, walking in the dirt driveway, gravel crunching as my steps carry me forward toward the black mailbox to see if someone mailed me a check for any amount at all.  I received a check for $8.83 the other day as part of a settlement with Visa/Mastercard.  Seems if you used your card between certain dates, there was some sort of kerfuffle and somebody sued which became a class action suit and I did not opt out to sue on my own so they sent me a check.  I'm sure the process of producing the check, printing the check, and mailing the check all cost more than the check was worth.  I wonder if anybody got a bigger check?  The lawyers of course.  (I still tremble at how close I came to going to law school.  My evil first wife just about had me talked into it.  Once we were divorced and she remarried, she tried to get her next husband to go to law school.  He went as far as taking the LSAT.  They are still married and he is still a wheat farmer and she is a wheat farmer's wife with a catering business.)

I have yet to spy a robin but I hear the birds in the trees singing their tweets. (Birds can't tweet using cell phones as they have no opposing thumbs.  They don't call them bird brains for nothing.)  The environs are still gray and the green of Spring is just beneath the surface, waiting to jump out of the ground and shock the shit out of everybody.  "Hey!  Spring just popped up!  Yay!  We're saved!"

The bamboo is spreading horizontally heading toward the driveway and creating an organic break from the road.  Like a growing fence.

It is March.  Time to start on the second bedroom and do the floors.  Thankfully, this room is smaller.  There is a plumbed sink and vanity in the room.  It has to come out.  The story I heard is that someone's mother had that room and, even though, the bathroom is next door, had a sink and vanity installed.  I don't know why.  Out it goes.

I think that, in addition to making clay pots when I am done teaching school, I should like to be an antiques book dealer.  There's no money in either endeavor but maybe enough to stay afloat, preferably on an air mattress.  :)  Plenty to do and I'm the guy to do it.  I am me and dang glad of it.  Would that we could all say the same.