I think I have spring fever.
What's nice about spring fever is you get to define your own symptoms. There are no set limits to what falls within the range of possible maladies. The imagination soars.
I'm having bad luck with the watercolors today. I think my 'beginner's luck' account just ran out of funds. I have been mulling over this sad state of affairs and think I have a solution. I'm going to go through a set of tutorials I found on the inter tubes the other day. Work on some techniques, get some watercolor chops, and use up my dwindling supply of watercolor paper and watch the spring green in my Crayola watercolor set diminish even further. [That seems to be my color of choice right now....] It's almost gone but the rest of them are still loaded with paint.
What I WANT to do is take the dogs and myself out into the fields, but the number of ticks I have dislodged from myself AND the pair of them is reaching my level of tolerance to the creepy crawly menaces. I found one crawling up the wall the other day. YUCK. Really, what GOOD do ticks do in the grand scheme of things anyway?
Now that the sun has come out, the weeds in the flower beds have also begun to grow.... wildly. And my neat looking yard is now starting to look... blowzy. There's a word for you. . . I was going to do some weeding today, but checked the condition of the soil and found that it was in no fit state to release weeds gracefully. So I actually turned on the sprinklers for a while. Hopefully tomorrow it will be just right for getting rid of weeds. So that chore is out of the running.
1. No watercoloring
2. No weeding.
Though there are any number of other things that I could be doing, I sort of had my heart set on those two.
Therefore I am dithering about how to direct my energies. So of course the best way to dither is to write about my dilemma here.
(Much to the chagrin of the long suffering reader....)
True.
I apologize.
But if I dither for another 45 minutes, it will be time for lunch, and even though I haven't done much to acquire it, I have quite the appetite. I'm thinking tuna sandwich what what?
Speaking of tuna sandwiches. I have been mulling it over for a long time whether or not I have the stamina to ride my bike over to the closest fast food establishment, which happens to be a Subway, and order myself a nice tuna on whole wheat with lettuce and tomato and a light shmear of mustard. I THINK it's about 2 & 1/2 miles from here, which is not that bad really on a bike. But then I would have to ride HOME you see.
(You have quite the gift for stating the obvious.)
Well, I try to think these things through before I embark on them and find out I have run out of steam 2 & 1/2 miles from my weedy back yard. It might even be three miles. Next time I'm out in the car, I'm going to check that out.
Anyway, I'm putting all this dithering down to spring fever.
What's the remedy for it?
Anybody know?
(Do you want to be cured? That's the real question.)