~~~Just longing for daisies and green grass on another day of snow~~~
Sometimes pictures help when we look outside in late March and see yet another new blanket of snow.
At least the overnight dump cleaned things up a bit.
This week, when it's not been raining, I've found my desperate self raking the concrete piles of snow around the place, just to clean the dirt off from them.
They look better, and I figure sometimes that raking action speeds up the melting.
Still haven't been able to take the Christmas tree lights off the trellis by the front deck cuz some are encased in the hard snow.
Bill fired up his big-blow heater in the shop yesterday afternoon. That was when it finally quit raining and I had grabbed my rake for some more doggy do pickup.
I suggested he lug that big heater out to the front of the house, plug it in and let it blow all that hard snow off the deck.
He just looked at me and went on about his business sweeping the shop floor.
Still, I think the heater would work.
I looked at the weather forecast for the next ten days. Talk about a broken record---same highs, same lows, same rain.
The good news is, however, that it looks kinda bright out there and dry.
If the snow or rain wants to come at night and give us the days to work outside, I won't complain.
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We're planning to attend the Alan McNall benefit tonight at the fairgrounds: 4-8 p.m. dinner and an auction.
I have a feeling the place will be packed. It's been well publicized, and virtually everyone around here knows of the McNalls. They're great people, and I'm sure the community will be its usual generous self in helping them with the expenses associated with Alan's cancer treatments.
Just like the weather in Sandpoint, the goodness and generosity in this community moves on like a broken record. And, that is good.
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I've heard via the grapevine there's another fundraiser going on over at my sisters' today. It's the second annual "pick the square where the horse will dump" moneymaker.
They moved it from the high school grounds to their indoor horse arena. So, I'll probably go over there, put in my two bits or more, and hope for my square to be the one.
It's the time of the year again where the Cedar Post and the Monticola staffs are earning money to go to their national convention.
This year it's in Anaheim, which will be nice for the students.
Hard to believe another school year has gotten to this stage. They go by really fast when you're not teaching.
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Speaking of betting, I'm thinking this year's bracketology junkies are feeling pretty sad, for the most part. From what I've heard among my travels, most folks' predictions for who's going to end up in the Final Four have gone south.
It's been a giant-killer March Madness so far. When Duke went down---oh, what a fall that was---I swear I heard a big groan across the country.
And, last night when Ohio State went down, I'm bettin' that pretty much ended it for most people who follow college basketball with a passion.
I'm guessing right now that the folks who know the least about college basketball are leading in the majority of office pools across the country.
Oh well, there's always next year.
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I may be dreaming, but it seems like there's some sun trying to shine through the clouds over there in the east.
Guess I'd better go catch it before it goes away.
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