I spent last weekend back in St. Paul helping with the Great March Move. This is what I’m calling it these days. I hemmed curtains and washed windows and did other Mom-type tasks and did not grumble when I was asked to load my car and haul more things. I’ve pretty much accepted that our garage is nothing more than a staging area for large plastic bins. Someday, we will be able to see the back wall of our garage again. Someday there will be no bins. But not yet. I figure I have about a month to relax until the Great May Move for the other kid who lives with us (but not really) begins.
In case you haven’t been moving anybody’s anything anywhere this month, I’m happy to report that spring is trying to well, spring in St. Paul, too. However, the entire city needs a good vacuuming and then maybe a tidal wave or two to get rid of all the grit and grime on the boulevards and at intersections. Oh, and if anyone is needing a plastic bag, there are a couple thousand of them wrapped around light posts all along I 94. St. Paul! Pick up your stuff! Of course, we have our springtime issues up here, too. Road kill comes to mind. But at least, up here, someone picks up the flattened raccoons, the trees start to bud, and we’re on our way to April.
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