Forgot a title- oh wells

I always knew it could would happen, snow again, I mean. Those wonderful 70+ temperatures last week were so out of character for Maine in March. Despite the snow/hail dropping outside, I still have faith that our spring will be an early one.

I didn't enjoy the warm weather to the fullest because I was down with the worst cold I can remember. Ameranth was about a day ahead of me with that, and we blame Winston, him and his baby germs entering our adult environment. Thank goodness for decongestants is all I can say. J encouraged me to go to bed early, but I had to wait for that golden moment when the sniffles and coughing slowed down and synched with tiredness so I could get to sleep as soon as I lay down. I am fighting the dregs of it still.

J was happy with the sunny weather because the hose came out from under the snow and he could wash the van. I felt bad since I was just lounging around trying to breath so offered assistance.

Me: "Do you want me to come out and help?"

J: "No."

Me: "Well, that was sort of rude- you could have hurt my feelings. I could hold the hose?"

J: "No. It  would be more than hurting your feelings. I would want to kill you! I can just see it now- 'oh let me rinse that now, you missed a spot here'. You would drive me crazy!"

Me: "Fine."

Me: "You could have just said 'No, thanks'  Geesh."

After Midnight

On my way to the bathroom last night, I noticed lights moving in our field. Peering out the window, I couldn't tell what was going on, piquing my curiosity enough to put on my glasses and go to the back door. Our neighbor was moving logs at 3:45 AM. Hmm.

This wasn't as startling as you may think, since said neighbor had asked permission to use the end of our pasture to bring out timber from his woodlot. The snowmobile trail runs from the road across the pasture and into his woods and he planned to cut trees along the trail. He and another person have been working down there for 3 or 4 weeks now, and have stacked some big old trees down there.

My curiosity took me down there with the dogs a while ago for a closeup view.

Getting in there while the ground was frozen makes it easier to maneuver and tears the ground up less, I suppose.  You can see that he isn't clear cutting the whole area, but making an opening down this hill. Maybe he wants the snowmobile trail a little further away from his back yard.

The chains on this skidder are pretty impressive.

Our winter has been a pretty open one with each snowstorm followed by warm enough temperatures that the snow never really got a chance to build up. In other words, we've had several mini mud seasons, and I'm sick of it. Just thaw out once and for all and let spring come for good! (Not going to happen- not in March- not in Maine)

 I thought last night that he was loading up the logs, taking advantage of firmer ground during the colder nighttime temps. In fact I was pretty sure that I saw logs being lifted up with a truck crane in the spotlights down there, but there seems to be a lot of timber still there today. 

 I was awake, no matter what some people in this house may be thinking. I'll have to see if there's a repeat performance tonight, since I am sure I'll be up again at some point. And if so, maybe I should wake someone so I have independent confirmation of the sighting?

The blues and a baby

Still fighting winter blues here. Although it's been an uncommonly sunny winter I'm having trouble finding my get-up-and-go. Not helping at the moment is a longer recovery than usual from the tooth extraction I had last Friday. It might be because, unlike the others removed in the last few years, this one had not had a root canal and was a live tooth. Or the long roots I saw on the x-ray (J asked me why the hell I would look at the x-ray?) were a little stubborn about leaving. At any rate, I have leftover nerve tingling and a sore cheek and ear.

J always enjoys relating the conversations we have while I am under the influence of whatever wonderful drug I have at the oral surgeon, but I don't. So instead, here's a couple of items that did make me laugh at the time.

Ameranth is on the phone to Ms. M.

Me: "Before you hang up, I have two things to tell Ms. M."

A- Nods and looks at me

Me: Holds up one finger : "First....... oh, crap."

A - Laughs and tells Ms.M. "You won't believe what Mom just did"

(I did remember both just a second later)

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Ameranth is baby sitting in the afternoons for a cute little 3 month old boy with cheeks like Winston Churchill and a flirty smile. She was holding him in her lap and looking down at his head.

A: "Hey, I can see the blood pulsing in the vein on the top of his head! When does that soft spot go away, anyway?"

I looked at her, trying to remember just how long does that stay soft, and my 'thinking' expression alarmed her.

A- clapping a hand to the top of her own head- "Oh my god, can you see the blood on the top of my head?"

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Winston is just about ready to roll over on his own, and we were watching him grunting on his belly, wildly waving his arms and legs. Ameranth thoughtfully said "We're going to be in trouble when he starts crawling, aren't we?"

'We', kemosabe?