God's Home column: Hot enough for you?

6:54 PM, May 1, 2013  |  Comments
Steve Raap
Steve Raap
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Old Guy is dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know.

What with the advent of spring (summer?) weather finally upon us, it seems like it was only last week that the snow was covering my minimal patch of last year's lawn. (Wait! It WAS last week!) My how lime flies ... at least when you're applying it to your lawn on a windy day. That kind of made me miss the beautifying coverage only several inches of snow can provide.

Removing the winter deposits from the "grounds" that surround our home in Rome can be a daunting task. At least, that's what Still-Young Bride thinks when she looks at all the brown and crinkly oak leaves that surround each and every bush and lawn-surrounded tree on our property. Thus, she began the raking of the leaves this past weekend, in weather that at least helped to lighten her mood.

Her mood really took off though, when I suggested that I "blow" the leaves into the surrounding woods, rather than her repeatedly stooping and picking up handfuls of leaves, which she already had begun doing, depositing them into her leaf cart for a rolling transfer into her compost pile. A few pulls on the winter-dormant leaf blower was all it took to get me started on moving said leaves across the walkway and down the deck at high velocity, soon to join their fellow leaves beneath the very trees that produced them. I mean, that's what these machines were made for, right?

Ah, spring. Even Zoey-cat was getting in the mood, producing her entertaining yips, rorgles and fribbles - the sounds she makes when spotting any type of critter at play outside. She'll chase them along the inside perimeter of the house, for as long a distance as the patio doors allow. They provide the visual access she loves at this time of year. Luckily, the chipmunks have banded together in their play time, conducting group races along the deck. The winners get to stick their tongues out at Zoey in unison. I swear it's true.

Then there's the boat. A 1977 22-foot Chrysler sailboat that, until Old Guy came along 18 months ago, had been sitting, uncovered, in a farmer's field for the better part of nearly two decades. (At least, that's what anyone with any knowledge of this sailboat could tell me.) It was a steal, I thought, and it would make a great project for Old Guy. The sails were sound and the seat cushions were, too. Heck, a little elbow grease on the metal parts, a de-lichen-ing action on the deck areas, and a new paint job, and it'd be good to go.

Well, that project hasn't been started yet, but the sailboat needs to be relocated, according to Still-Young Bride. It's been sitting in the yard long enough, I've been told. So, at least I've got that going for me.

Yes, spring projects do abound, which lead to summer projects, which lead to, well, you get the idea.

Yes, I can't wait for winter! How about you?

Old Guy's weight last column: 223 pounds. This week: 221 pounds. Total loss since Feb. 19, 2012: 10 pounds. (Spring fever!)

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