“I was out shoveling the yard yesterday…” began a conversation with the hubster this morning. And, somehow, I didn’t bat an eye. Or an eyelash. Because it made sense. And also because there are a number of places in the yard where shoveling could occur.

No, we don’t have any sidewalks where we live.

It’s just been a long winter.

Last week we were pumping out the lake that the damn shed was sitting in, hoses snaking through the backyard, garage, and driveway. It was my job to keep an eye on the output so that the pump didn’t burn out. I think the pump ran for five days and nights.

Like I said, it’s been a long winter.

I did hear a robin singing loud and proud last evening. They arrive in the neighbor’s yards before ours, so I’m out there craning my neck for that first glimpse. I usually hear one before I see one. Even though they are singing so loudly I think because they are glad they’ve arrived home after a long day of flying north, they are hard to spot that first night.

So I’ve been checking out the window often today, trying to keep my fingers clean so I can wish on that first robin.
Do you do that? Lick your first two fingers, slap them on your open palm and then hit it with your fist while you make a wish?
I do.
Sometimes it happens when I’m driving to Target and Friends. I pull over for safety’s sake. Just so you know.

Speaking of pulling over, we spent the better part of the day in the car dealership yesterday, purchasing a new vehicle. I brought my knitting and got a lot done on the Snowstorm Shopping shawl.
Remember, I got the yarn in NE Mpls by the corner where the wild turkeys congregated?
Well, most of the day was meeting with one dealership employee after another, talking cars and money and filling out forms and learning about automotive technology until my eyes glazed over.

And not once did anybody, ANYBODY, hubster included, tell me that I had one of those hard little pieces of snot that you get when you’re getting over a cold stuck on the end of my nose.

Sigh. Just when I thought people were taking me seriously…

And speaking of Murphy’s Law, I would like it to be repealed. While my granddaughter was visiting, all sorts of extra things were crammed into spaces that they usually weren’t. And, Murphy’s Law being what it is, the iron fell upside down into the litter box.
That’s right.
The little spout where you pour in the water? Yep. Jammed into the litter box.
And because there was water in the iron, and because that was where I poured IN the water, that’s where the water came OUT.
Soaking into the litter.
The clumping litter that I buy specifically because it does clump.
And now there was a clump of damp litter jammed into the spout of the iron.
And it stayed there as I righted the iron and pulled it out of the litter box, BECAUSE IT WAS CLUMPING LITTER!!!!!

Sigh.
Now there’s a round little mound, some would call it a clump, sitting atop my iron.

The hubster suggested that I let it dry.
Ummm, yeah. No.
So it was with paper towels, Kleenex and toothpicks that I carefully detailed my iron.
So far so good. I haven’t detected any litter spots coming out on my fabric. If I do, It’s a new iron to buy. Thank heaven it wasn’t one of those multihundred dollar fancy jobbies that are available for quilters.

So, I’d like Murphy’s Law repealed. Are you with me on this?

Enjoy the sunny weather and be kind to yourself today.

Love,

Janet