Easter is awfully late this year, isn't it? Late Easter, late spring. It's the damn Easter Bunny's fault! He's been using the Groundhog as a convenient scapegoat. Bastard.
Ah, well. Such is life. I'm starting to feel the spring time in my bones, in between listening for the almost constant running of the sump pump. There's so much snow to melt! My driveway and yard is a maze of channels and slopes created by my lovely Well-Travelled One in a never ending attempt to divert water away from the house's foundation.
This is probably the closest I will ever get to owning an island property. Let's hear it for low-lying areas.
I'm slowly but surely working on some spring cleaning. I'm thankful to have been able to be productive at all, however. Friday morning, as I was preparing for work, I was struck with a case of dizziness, or vertigo or whathaveyou that confined me to the couch for the majority of the day. I called into work, since I was not in any shape to sit up, let alone attempt to operate a motor vehicle. The feeling staying with me into the early evening, so I spent the day sleeping and watching Game of Thrones. I've Harry Pottered this particular series, which basically means I ignored it for a while, wondered what all the hype was about before finally getting curious enough to check it out and now I'm marathoning the hell out of the first three seasons, in an attempt to catch up.
When I woke up Saturday, I felt fine, if leery of the vertigo suddenly deciding to come back. I took the girls to Open Mic at the cultural centre, and today I swapped out the old and broken handles on my dresser for some new ones. I was left with just enough of the old ones to replace the broken handles on T's dresser, which came from the same bedroom set as my dresser and bed. I also managed to clear out a wooden wardrobe that was being used for general storage, but will be moved into T's room , as the kid has entirely too many clothes.
So far the dizziness has not returned. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it won't.