Saturday, May 05, 2007

The first thing I did was shave my legs

Despite the rogue snow storm that blew through here on Thursday afternoon, there are definite signs that spring has finally arrived and I am choosing to go with them. At the risk of thumbing my nose in the faces of the weather gods, I am getting prepared. Gone is the protective winter coating of fur on my lower limbs, and I am sassily flashing my freshly-shorn gams in a pair of capris. Oh the shelf-stocking boys at Safeway are in for a treat!

Next I put all the shovels away in the garage. That made Eva more than a little nervous, let me tell you, as she figures that the instant the final shovel was hung up on its nail, the snow would start.

I then rolled up the groady, lumpy, twisted runner in the back hall, swept all the spruce needles up and put all the winter boots down in the basement. I even replaced the heavy brown velvet curtains in the dining room with the short sassy white and green IKEA ones. Do I know how to tempt fate or what? Sometimes it's just so thrilling to live life on the edge like this.

Providing we don't wake up to 15 cms of snow tomorrow morning, I plan to start whipping the yard into shape as well. Those ladybug babies have had plenty long enough to leave the nest and enter the cruel world - I am tackling the perennial beds and getting rid of all the old growth. I shall haul a bunch of compost out of the composter and give the garden a good feed of rotted stuff. Shit, there's stuff coming up already and I can almost harvest my first batch of rhubarb.

But the toughest part of getting ready for spring is going to be shedding this winter flab that I've managed to cultivate. It seems no matter how much I exercise or how little I eat, I still manage to put away a little protective flesh for those lean times. I tell you, I would have made an ideal cavewoman. Maybe I should sign up for Survivor. I would outlast those skinny losers any day.


Allison said...

Ah, I can't escape yard work talk! Spring is here. I've already been put to work, and I am not looking forward to when we open the pool. Although everything does look very nice when its finished eh? But its hard doing all that work in stilettos ;)

Yum, rhubarb. I used to eat it raw as a kid. I don't really recommend that now.

The protective layer is mandatory for every Canadian isn't? How else could we survive such harsh climes.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It is tough doing yardwork in stilettos, Al, but we really must showcase our spring legs to their best advantage, don't we? I am sorry to hear that you are being put to work. Moving back home certainly has it's disadvantages, doesn't it?

Eating rhubarb raw out of the garden is part of the Canadian constitition I believe, along with growing protective fur and flesh layers in the winter.

Toccata said...

Fresh rhubarb from the garden dipped in white sugar, yum. Stewed rhubarb on ice cream even better. Oops, I guess the whole ice cream thing might be why I too am worrying about the extra protective layer that seemed to come out of nowhere! Maybe if I wear stilettos out walking, the only thing anyone will notice is my wobbly walk.

668 aka neighbour of the beast said...

yep, i too ate rhubarb as a kid right from our garden.

you hussy, in your capris in safeway. in the lower mainland, we don't get to have lower limb fur as long as you other gals. especially me, as i am always eager to break out the shorts.

have fun gardening. i broke yet another piece off my lawn mower today. i am the queen of broken mowers.

668 aka neighbour of the beast said...

ps i can not believe i got word verfication right! it had the fancy font and i had to question every letter, is that a n? or is it an i and a r?

hilary m. said...

I'm always wary of spring beginning in this city, because you never know when it snows. But I am also keeping the positive attitude, I've seen some leaves, green grass and plenty of joggers so now I'm just pumped for spring.

And... if the weather goes below zero I will have a nervous breakdown.

Malnurtured Snay said...

Congratulations on shaving your legs. I'm trying to muster the will-power to shave my face.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

HA! Toccata, if I tried wearing stilettos out walking, the only thing people would notice would be the ambulance taking me to Emerge with a broken ankle.

Yoiks, how does one break a piece off a lawnmower, 668? Is it an important piece?
I guess that's one good thing about living in a place where spring never arrives - you save money on razor blades.
Yuck, I got the heebie-jeebies just reading about your word verification! Sweet baby Jesus I hate that thing!

Oh Hilary, I like your new picture!
It seems to me that it has snowed twice every May since we moved here. I am going to count Thursday's snow as time #1, even though it didn't stick (except to my car). So that's just one more dump of snow and we should be good.

Do you want to borrow my razor, Mal Snay?

668 aka neighbour of the beast said...

i believe it is an important part of the lawn mower as now it sounds like it's dying. plus it shakes even more than before.

sadly, i have broken this piece before. luckily it's plastic and not very expensive. there is a big warning on the piece, do not attempt to use mower without. of course, if you break the piece entirely, how would you know?

Deb said...

Whenever I'm feeling a little down I can click on this blog and be guaranteed of a chuckle before I'm through reading. Yep, happened again: "oh, the shelf stocking boys at Safeway...." AND "do I know how to tempt fate or what?". Beautiful.

I'm laughing at the Survivor reference...I've thought that before too. Hey, wanna team up?

And you can't be serious about a Thursday snow storm? That's crazy...didn't someone up there hear the part about April showers and flowers? Not flurries.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Lawn mowers! Sheesh, they are so self-important! I hope you are able to replace the part, 668, as I know how much you love mowing your lawn.

We should team up for Survivor, Deb. I know that you'd be up for it. Personally, I'm not sure how I would fare without my coffee and pillow, but knowing you had my back would help.
Hey they should do a survivor series in Calgary! It can be pretty challenging here - finding a place to live, battling traffic, and the added bonus of the possibility of snow in any month of the year. Seriously I've seen in snow in July.

Evelyne said...

Rhubard sounds good to me, dipped in white sugar, thanks for mentioning it, I almost forgot about it! Can't wait to eat that.

I think that Spring is really here I played our first 21 game with my little sister outside today, I was pathetic with a basketball in my hands, but it was better than removing the rocks from the grass (why do they have to put rocks on the roads in winter and all the rocks end up on the grass), it's what I was supposed to do.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I think you made the right decision, Evelyne. I would choose basketball over rock picking any day of the week.

mellowlee said...

Reading Al's comment made me smile, we used to eat rubarb raw too. And would dip it in sugar SOUR!

Try not to cause any accidents with those legs ;O)

Joe said...

I loved reading this. We spent the day cleaning up outside. I tried to address the winter flab Saturday morning.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Yeah we did the same, Mel, brought the little dish of sugar out to the garden. Those were the days.
Psst, those aren't really my legs in that picture, but mine look just like that.

I am so glad I am not the only one with winter flab to address, Bubs. Turns out there are quite a few of us in that boat, imagine that!

Will said...

Looks like Spring is in Swing in San Francisco as well. However, just because it is hot hot hot today doesn't really mean much. Grateful we don't really have use for a shovel though.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I had to put 4 shovels away in the garage, Will, I kid you not. It's pretty stupid actually.