Thursday, March 26, 2009

Spring, interrupted

Well, that was... interesting.

As in 'May you live in interesting times.'

The vernal equinox is up and running, but oh! the weather. Winnipeg has been Dumped Upon by a Colorado Low, and consequently We are up to Our asses in ice and snow all over again.

In itself, that's not a big deal. However, there's a bit of a problem with a certain large river that runs through My demesne. It's flood time, and that isn't good.

Being twelve years older than I was during Manitoba's fabled Flood of the Century, My shoulders ache mightily at the very thought of sandbagging. Those suckers are heavy. And unwieldy, too. But I do have fond memories of My shift on the front lines.

Please, if someone needs you to help in the front lines of a sandbagging operation this season, spare them at least one evening of your time. Time is of the essence.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Happy Equinox!

It gives Me great pleasure to welcome Spring 2009. The vernal equinox is still about six hours away, local time, but by the time I tumble out of bed Friday morning it will be a fait accompli.

And not a moment too soon, either. To do a slight twist on the Beatles song "Here Comes the Sun," it's been a long, cold, but not entirely lonely winter. There is something about the cold season that brings people together.

But all that grumbling and shivering has become tiresome. Now's the time on Springy Goddess when we dance!

Friday, March 6, 2009

Springy Fever

Ah, it's good to be back on the blog.

Today (2009-03-06) marks the first day since February 22 that I've been seriously up and about, doing things, rather than lying in bed for countless hours on end. As of this writing, I've been up for eight hours and actually managed three stores and a coffee shop... No, I didn't drive; Red did the honours. Not quite ready to chance it.

There is something profoundly frustrating about being abed for extended periods of time. A lot of it is simply the wobbly feeling that comes from muscle disuse. Some of it is boredom, the kind of boredom that even a huge stack of books can't remedy. But mainly it's simply a case of "When will this blasted thing end? When will things get back to normal around here?"

Or as normal as things tend to get at Astrejurhof, anyway...

I have learned a few things in the course of this cold/flu/whatever the $%@#! it is:
  • Going to the doctor doesn't help, and the wait in the waiting and examination rooms will probably do more harm than good.
  • Cough suppressants don't suppress coughs all that well.
  • Water is your friend, but uncovered mugs thereof tend to attract thirsty cats to bedside.
  • It's possible to read Terry Pratchett novels while running a fever, but everything in the environment takes on a distinct hue of octarine for several days thereafter.
  • Canned fruit in light syrup is also your friend. Especially early in the morning.
  • Uncooked milk products, however, can be right nasty and set you up for a relapse.
  • Invest in extra pillows, extra sheets, warm socks that aren't too tight, and a large number of long-sleeved shirts that can be worn to bed. Change these frequently.
  • There is something incredibly soothing about a tablespoon of medicine that tastes like mentholated turpentine...
(takes temperature) Já, still running a bit of a fever.