Sunday, March 10, 2013
Looking out my back door........
Snow. Snow. Snow. And my naked lady birdbath. And, way in the back....our naked boy holding a bird. This is where our garden goes every Summer.
Summer. Ah. Summer.
And directly behind the fence...our crazy neighbor who mows his grass at midnight, keeps his lawnmower out all year and has a wired up containment place for his cats to play in. I don't mind the containment thing, except that it looks zoolike in the Summertime with all his cats climbing up the wire, trying to escape.
I feel like weeping. The snow was gone. We'd received some rain. The grass was not really green, but not quite brown.
And now....nine inches of snow.
I somehow missed our tree, which is to the left. And our pretty pine trees which are WAY to the left. And yes, that is just a portion of our back yard. We have a lot of room back there.
I apologize for the bad photo. I showed it to Bing and she thought it was terrible, that I had obscured a portion of the top with my thumb.
We've been cooped up in the house together all day long. Chili is simmering, we should be feeling cozy. Instead, I sort of want to kick her. She's been driving me nuts all day by making big messes.
This is called prairie madness. It usually comes in late February, early March.
School will probably be canceled again tomorrow. This means that Liv's next basketball tourney will be postponed.
Will someone please rescue me and take me to New Orleans? Hawaii? Anywhere but here on the frozen tundra of this godforsaken prairie.
I want to go out and have mad sex on a balmy night in a hammock.
I know...that's like shower sex. It sounds really hot but in actuality, it sucks. It never works right. Someone slips or bangs their knee. The water is too hot for one of us and not hot enough for the other.
If we were in a hammock, we'd just fall out.
But...see....I'm imagining being in that hammock with James McAvoy. Or Tina Fey. And we wouldn't fall out. Because in your imagination, everything works just right.
I just want out. OUT.
I am losing my sanity here in this FUCKING snow.
And please...no pilgrim stories about how this is nothing. How you walk ten miles a day just to pick up your mail in snowdrifts higher than your head.
I want fantasies.
Send me your fantasies. The ones that take you out of yourself and into your happy place.
Because, dudes....I'm losing my crackers here. Seriously. So sick of it. SNOW.