What’s today’s secret word, Conky?
8 Apr
Today’s secret word is snow. You all know what to do when anyone says the secret word, right? Scream! Let’s try it. We’re forecasted to get up to 8″ of snow tonight. Aaaahhh! Very good, boys and girls!
I wish it was a joke. What’s up with this? Why isn’t it spring? It was supposed to be spring two weeks ago. *Sigh.* Anyway, why gripe about it, right? It’s not like me complaining is going to make it spring.
According to some “ice fishing expert” Greg talked to, the ice is supposed to be safe for fishing for another month. Yeah, right, is what I say. These are the same “experts” who tell him all of the different tricks to catch fish, and has that worked at all for you, Greg? So I wouldn’t be putting too much faith in them, if I were you.
I don’t know if you’ve been checking my photoblog at all lately, but you can see that we bought more birdfeeders. We’ll see how long these ones last before the squirrels rip them apart. Speaking of squirrels, the red squirrels (of which there seems to be a gang near here) are living in the roof of our front porch. There’s a small hole in the side of it and they get in there and then fight. The first time I heard it, it freaked me out. They’re loud and noisy and run around all over the place in there. We called our landlord, but he hasn’t gotten back to us yet. I would think he’d want to block that off somehow, but whatever.
We went last Thursday to look at two houses. Hilarious. The first one, which we knew was an old farmhouse, was awful. It looked sad from the road, but up close was a mess. It looked like the setting for a horror movie, no joke. One of the closets upstairs had a huge, huge collection of old National Geographic magazines from the ’60s and ’70s. Depending on their condition, you could probably sell those on eBay. There were also old wall calendars from 1957. Basically, you would need to gut the entire house and redo it all, which is way more of an expense than we want.
The second one wasn’t bad, but the ceilings in the upstairs were only about 6 feet high. Greg had to duck his head to go through the doorway, and one of the bedrooms had a ceiling fan which, if it were running, would probably smack even me in the forehead. So that’s a no, but we’re still looking. It was fun, though. Hopefully we see some better prospects coming up.
And hopefully this snow (aaahhh!) is the last of the year. I can wish, anyway.

