Mastadon Sighting

On April 26th, I venture that the majority of human beings are out in the sun--hiking, biking, gardening, flashing--they're out there. But we here at Rancho Brrrrr-Lake-You-Bet-Your-Snowbootie-O's are hunkered down in the house in sweatshirts, hats, and earmuffs. And at that we're STILL seeing our breath! Turn up the heat, you say? Build a fire? AND ENCOURAGE THIS WEATHER??? Not on your sweet longjohns!!! Now, don't get me wrong. We CHOSE this--we can live where we want-- and we're willing to duke it out with winter so that we can bask in the perfect summers. But People!! We've way passed the six month mark of winter, and even though the grass is greening and some apparently over-evolutionized birds are out there singing, it has gone beyond acceptable. Paco has diverted his energy to drilling holes, sanding stuff, and I think he's going to fill in some old house meets new house wall gaps. I took, like a coward I admit, to my knitting loft. I pulled out all my projects and put them in see-through ziplock bags. Then I laid out all my needles (does this sound like I NEED SPRING FOR ALL THAT IS DEAR AND SACRED'S SAKE!!!!?????) by size on the floor in descending order. I admit that I'm just this side of slobbering. Then I organized all my yarn (have I ever mentioned that I have enough yarn to knit my way to all nine planets and home again?) by fiber and weight. I tidied up all my knitting paraphenalia, and then I inventoried my spinning wheel oil and stuff. And the FROST-ing on the cake, then I began knitting a snowman--Mr. Flurry. Now that is pathetic. For diversion I think I'll de-burr Mugsy. He defies this weather to keep HIM inside and runs through the corral with happy abandon. He still has his winter coat/burr magnet and is starting to resemble an alpaca. We're waiting for the temperatures to stay above 18 for at least two days running before we shave him down for his Summer Skivvy Look. But if the weather doesn't change Mugsy'll soon look like a mastadon, Paco's drilling will inevitably hit electrical wires, and I'll start knitting nosewarmers for one and all. Let's hope it doesn't come to that...