The list of to-do’s before the book launches is growing faster than I can check them off. Part of that might be my attitude of not wanting to work on the list. Spring Fever? I don’t know, but I seem to want to be anywhere or do anything else rather than the LIST. I even went outside yesterday and raked up leaves that had blown in on the patio throughout the winter. This morning, I mopped the kitchen floor. Brother – that is desperation!
I noticed that the daffodils I planted last fall are up. Oops. I think this is just a titch early! Crocus and windflowers are not unusual this early, but I”m afraid the daffodils are a little confused by these warm temperatures. Not that I wouldn’t love to see some color out there, besides the weeds I see coming. Color is so wonderful. Yep, I have spring fever.
Well, the workman who cleaned and adjusted my gas fire place, did not re-lock the storm door after going out back to check the vent. I never noticed. The horrible winds of late grabbed the door and bent the closer arm. One more thing to fix. What is it they say? One step forward, one step back. Maintenance is becoming less and less a good word. I purchased a new closer and put it on, but the door is still not latching correctly. I tried moving the striker plate, but nope, na da, no deal. I suppose I’ll wait till a friendly fix-er-upper type person comes along to show me what I’m doing wrong. At lease I got the new closer on and the dead bolt keeps it shut. I was hoping for that nice feeling of empowerment that comes from fixing something myself. Maybe next time.
In the meantime, I’m trying to figure out Twitter. Ugh. Not a chance, huh?