Momma Drama

Hmmmmmm........I wait, and wait, and wait for this time of year to get here, every year.....then I wonder why. The house was built in 1894 as far as we can tell. It has been lived in. Lots of years, lots of use, lots of smells. Spring is here, the warm weather is here and the humidity is on the rise. Just enough to give the house that godawful 'lived in' smell. Once the A/C is on, it disappears, but it's not that warm yet. Doesn't help to have pets in here. Dave says it doesn't stink....poppycock I say.

Dave's sister got here last night, so I didn't get a whole lot of village stuff done due to entertaining. I managed to get some done today, but I'm in the process of making stuff for the Relay For Life bake sale too. Devin is a tad sick today, I made her an appointment for tomorrow, just so we wouldn't get screwed since the weekend is a'coming. Hopefully she'll be a bit better tomorrow and I can cancel. If not she goes at 2 pm, and Trent has a dentist appointment at 3:30 pm. Yikes! That means I'll have to pull Trent out of school at 1:30 so we can get to where we need to be by 2 pm. Anywhoo, lots more to do village wise. And my nails! My heavens, my poor nails. I started filing them on Tuesday, they are still half filed and need to be filled. My toes are looking up at me daily and wondering when they will be getting some love too....;)

Tomorrow I need to make an appointment for the cat to go to the vets. Also, hit the town hall and look for missing paperwork, take the bake sale stuff, and take in some film for developing. I thought about grabbing some rental movies, but I'm thinking that's not such a good idea.

This weekend we will be buying the garden plants (guess I should figure out what I want to plant exactly...) and hitting a baseball game on Sunday.

The differences between city and country living:
City:
A spring rain smells like a spring rain, and steaming cement.
Airplanes are ever present.
And trains.
And traffic.
There is the thrill of the 'in-and-out' weaving traffic for the race car drivers at heart. (Who, me?)
It's hard to speed at times.
Coffees at Panera are $3.75 a pop.
You can smell lawn fertilizer.
And freshly mowed grass.
It's very bright. Even at night.
It's way to easy to spend money.
There are lot a trees that have purple flowers.
And lots of weeping willows.
And pussy willows.
There are a few lilac bushes here and there, but no wafting smell of lilacs.

Country:
A spring rain smells like earth.
Airplanes are a rare occurrence that we relish.
There are no trains here.
And little traffic.
And even less 'in-and-out' thrill driving.
It's always easy to speed.
Coffee doesn't come 'fancy', and it's cheap too.
The only fertilizer you smell comes straight from the cow. And is dumped on every field and in every garden this time of year. Moo.
When it rains, that smell is rejuvenated.
The smell of freshly mowed grass is infrequent. Nobody waters the lawn in the country.
It's dark. Pitch dark. So dark that the sky is a wonder to look at when the stars are out. Or the harvest moon.
Bats will fly right past your head on your front porch.
It's harder to spend money in the country.
And even harder to find a gas station on every corner.
There are no restaurants that deliver.
And the ones that are here, are few and far between.
There are no drive-through party stores.
There are cattails growing everywhere.
The frogs chirp their asses off every night.
And the birds do the same every morning. Starting at 5 am. Even when you ask them nicely not to, because there are about 106, 473 of them right outside the bedroom window.
There are lilac bushes everywhere. Dark purple, reddish, white, light purple. And you can smell them when you drive past them all spring long.