There is no way I would take a picture of the ground surrounding the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse right now, unless I wanted to preserve the image of muck and surfaced trash. After all the snow and freezing and wind, now everything is marshy and all things that blew in on that wind  are exposed – wet and soggy and grungy looking. Oh, it’s bad.  And getting out to pick up all that wet stuff is going to take motivation. When it was very cold – so cold the Christmas ale tried to blow it’s cork –  we were not very careful about the bags of soda cans to be recycled . . . I may have run over one or two.  Dropped pieces of firewood stayed where they fell, and, oh, there is so much more.

Now Sydney is a walking ball of mud. Now you don’t need mittens outside – you need latex gloves.  What we need is a powerful drying wind . . . and maybe it would carry debris somewhere else. But then we would get other people’s debris. Well, maybe somebody dropped a $20 dollar bill. I could find it and dry it with my hairdryer and go out and get myself a treat for going out to pick up in the yard.  A reward, yes, a reward.

Or, maybe no one did. Or, gasp, maybe I did and my neighbors are going to be going out for the treat. Aughhh. See, I guess the shows there are times when your train of thought needs to pull into the depot and stop.

That would be what I am doing now.