I’m sorry. Having to chip the ice off your windshield in April? Give me a break! I had to go in the shed and fetch the scraper, again. (This was Monday.) Then I lost patience with the scraping, and just turned on the car, put the defrost on high and went back inside. I come back out ten minutes later, it’d barely made a dent! But, it was enough make me hopeful the windshield wipers would do the trick. I mean, I needed to get to work!
I turned them on, and the wipers got most of the stuff off the windshield, so I proceed to drive to the A&P. Halfway there, I notice that something’s wrong with the wiper on the passenger side. Like, it wasn’t there. All’s that was left was a nub. Yup, the blade had snapped off. (This isn’t the first time, and I know better than to let the wipers do the heavy lifting in these conditions, but sometimes you just cross your fingers and do it anyways.) Luckily, there was so much friggin’ ice on my car that the loose blade was still stuck to it when I arrived at the A&P.
I pried it off and put it on the floor of the passenger side. After work, I made a detour down to Tiger’s Garage where the service is always “grrrrrrr-eat!” and Tiger snapped the blade back on lickety-split. Obviously, this wasn’t his first rodeo. He knew how the blade come off the wiper, but tactfully, didn’t mention it. He’s a good guy, that Tiger.
You know, I don’t mind April showers, in theory. It sounds nice, doesn’t it? April showers bring spring flowers. The saying doesn’t go: “April rain with a bit of snow” or “April freezing rain” or “April monsoon.” That started mid-morning Monday and continued non-stop all day and into the night, for cryin’ in your chowder. It just didn’t let up! Seriously, you couldn’t even run errands, that’s how hard the rain was coming down.
Poor Scamp! Let me tell you, I’m glad I don’t have to go outside to pee or do the other. That would be some inconvenient in a rain storm. I mean, how would I manage to read my People magazine?
Luckily, Charlie offered to take Scamp out to do his business. I didn’t refuse. Hey, I’m not stupid. He got all dressed up, head to toe, in his yellow slicker and rain pants (Charlie, not Scamp), and like troopers, off the guys went. They didn’t linger, though. Scamp looked like a drowned rat when he come back inside. Both Charlie and Scamp got a treat for their effort: crepes and bacon for Charlie and some Asiago cheese on Scamp’s supper. The little guy’s a gourmet.
The good news is, we just had a beautiful spring weekend, with temps up in the high forties on Saturday and, miracle of miracles, into the fifties yesterday. (The low fifties, mind you, but I’ll take it.) People were out in their yards working, some in shorts! I cleaned a few windows. We took a long walk with Scamp, and folks were down right perky at the bean supper down to the Congo Church.
I, along with everyone else in Mahoosuc Mills, is more than ready for spring. How about you?
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
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