spring forward

Today I am writing from the shop. My trusty lap top perched on a mound of clutter lovingly referred to as my crap. Daily detritus like old coffee cups, receipts, cleaning supplies, and old junk that has yet to find a home surrounds my technology. My view south as I stare out my open front door is green-brown lawns almost devoid of snow, birds in the trees by the hospital, and everywhere people bustling about. The temperature today has soared to a balmy 57 degrees hence the open front door. Oh, but don't be fooled. It is not spring, nor is it even warm. The thermostat is still stuck on 70 blasting hot air throughout my 1000 square feet. The afghan with the price tag poking my neck is wrapped around my freezing shoulders. What this is, is hope. Hope that whatever chokehold winter has on this city by the lake, she will eventually release her evil grasp. Now as I stated in my most recent posts, I have enjoyed this winter. I did not even mind the polar vortex/snowpocalypse, whatever we were calling that little bit of nastiness. I refused to complain, not only because plenty of others were already doing it for me but if I gave in, then winter would get the best of me. Coming off a tenuous few months of financial fuckdom, my nerves were a bit raw. After Christmas worked it's merry magic and life returned to normal I couldn't allow myself to sink into any kind of despair such as the winter blues. For once in my life positive thinking worked to my advantage. I took one day at a time, didn't complain, and just made the best of it. Nature will always have her way so it's best just to succumb or move. But we survived. We made it through the worst of the worst. All those temperate winters were just teases. Stored up big snowy loads. Then this winter all Hell broke loose and now it's over, well, almost. Weather reports screaming of more. WTF? More snow, ice, and rain. Yay! That's a fun mix. Well, I guess I say "bring it". Let's get it all out of the way. Let's get this winter business done and over with once and for all. My lilac buds will persevere. As for my little frozen fish, I have my doubts, but soon, yes soon we will peel back the cover and be able to find out. It is always hardest to remain patient when one is so close to achievement and my patience is about run out! So let us dream of thawed lakes and front porch drinks. Fired-up grills and summer vacations. Flip flops and sandy toes. Let us fling open our front doors and stop and smell the hyacinths because believe it or not winter does not last forever and Cleveland, together we are about to spring forward. Good afternoon world.