The snow is almost ALL GONE! There's nothing left but a few piles where the roof shovelers dumped the snow. It used to be about 5 feet deep there; now it's about 2.
My daffodils emerged from their snowbank yesterday. They look a bit battered, but it's just the leaves and stems, so with luck, the blooms will be just as beautiful.
You asked me why I came back home so late last Tuesday and I didn't tell you. That's because I just don't want you to know what I did, not because I'd been doing anything illegal or immoral. I need intimacy until I know how to react. Now that I feel interesting and all of that I want to keep these feelings for myself, without parental interferences, etc.
I hope that, as Jack heard the news about the tsunami warning for the California coast, that just for a split second, he thought, "Serves The Beast right for insisting I give her that beach house."
Wait till the San Andreas finally gives way. Crrrrrak glub,glub. "Pardon, me your Honor? No more alimony payments! A return with interest!" JC hikes up pants, smiles and walks away into the sunset with Jen on arm and fans crying in Bristol. "Sorry, minions, Tours over". Tilts head back and struts on. Accordian music plays "Thanks for the Memories" to 21 tippity tap tap salute.
I have had a life-long finger biting habit. For two weeks I did absolutely none, though, and was very happy. Then, tonight, I watched Terry Gilliam's "The Brothers Grimm", and I chewed my fingers to the bone. Sigh. I guess I start "non-chewing" anew tomorrow.
And that's one of the reasons why I can't sleep. Apart from dreaming with the weirdest things, like an angelical race through the South Pole's sewers (I guess it was the South Pole... the angels were wearing tuxedos, they looked like.. fucking penguins...).
The first daffodil is just starting to open, and already I'm waking up with a stuffy nose, eyes nearly glued shut, and there's a constant wheezing in my chest.
Ant invasion! Ant invasion! It's still pretty cold here, but a lot of black anties are getting into my house. Basement. Bathroom. Bedroom. A few in the kitchen. Oddly, about one-quarter of them are dead, either having frozen to death or frozen in fear at either/all of my cats peering down at them. I practically have to walk around carrying a tissue so I can "dab" them, sometimes a couple at a time. Strange little guys, just marching across the rug, a few yards from any corner or vent. Or marching up or down the walls, several feet from any seam or crack. Hard to figure. Damn ants. One crawling across my knuckle this morning, as I was typing an email. Weird.
Is it the constant snowy weather? Is it because I currently hate my job? Maybe it's because I've been barraged with negative comments from my husband that is starting to tear down at my confidence?
It could be that once you combine everything, one simply cannot hold their head above the CRAP we call living?
I moved my birdfeeders to give the lawn a rest (you can see the bare spots in my back yard on Google Earth!), and some of the birds are SO confused! They fly into the space where the feeders were, pull up short, perch on the nearest branch, and look around. So today I made a trail of seed from the old sites to the new ones. Seems to be helping, but some of the birds are still confused. I think these are migrants coming back from down south. Of course, the chickadees were the first to find the new locations.
Sigh. In my decrepit financial condition, I was at least awaiting a tax refund. The Tax Man had already sent the assessment, which they do prior to sending the refund, proving they were okay with the calculations.
That was six weeks ago.
I couldn't figure out what the delay was all about, so I called them.
It turns out they're withholding it because they "claim" I hadn't reported a quarterly tax payment in 2008. Like, they'd never complained about it before!
So I had to send them bank teller stamped proof (which I had) of a $460 payment on Sep-30-08 as well as my paperwork on the quarterly tax report. Now, they'll take as long as they "need" to figure out whether or not to send me my refund for 2010.
This, after collecting interest on my $460 for 2+ years.
Tax Men. My "favourite".
Meanwhile, my fridge shelves sit empty. Boo hoo. (don't know how to do those avatars)
I haven't heard any sawing or drilling. Just sluggish ants. And lots of deadies. Like they're falling from the sky/ceiling.
Anyway, you spooked me enough to research "carpenter ants" on Wiki. I especially liked the segment about "exploding ants".
I don't see why they'd be walking across a rug, 15 feet from any wall, if they're looking for wood to "carpenterize". Nonetheless, I do hope I don't have the "exploding" type!
I figure they're from outside and have just decided to invade the house for food -- not knowing I've been profoundly underemployed for 8 months and have no food to share with them, and that I have 3 carnivores living in here with me. Every summer I have major anthills in the yards, as well as rose bushes (from the previous owner) in two locations around the outside walls.
I'll cross my fingers and hope they're not carpenter or exploding ants. While I may risk antagonizing the squirrels, maybe I'll start sleeping out in a tent in the middle of the backyard just to be sure!
I'll just wait for the temp to go up a few degrees first.
I had carpender bees trying to eat up my cedar house; boring perfect little holes laying eggs that soon hatched to bore into interior walls. "What is that a bee buzzing bout my head in the middle of the night???".
If they're carpenter ants, you'll know. Look for sawdust inside and outside your house. If you find it, call the exterminator! Your homeowners insurance, if you have any, doesn't cover damage caused by carpenter ants, and I had a friend who had a major beam collapse in his house, requiring major construction work to three rooms.