Is
It Spring Yet?
Someone, a poet I
think, once wrote, “Oh springtime, such blessed renewal!” It seems to have
sprung here in Adams County
and lots of us feel the same way.
Ruthie
does, like yesterday when dancing around her newly sprouted tulips. An avid
bird lover, she even chirped like one while putting up feeders for her hummers.
On
a roll with this springtime renewal stuff,
she found a bunch of other things around here that could use it. With me
watching, she walked back and forth over a section of our boardwalk in front. Stopping,
she shifted from side to side.
“See, dear? The wood runners are rotted under
these boards. They wiggle and sag when I walk on them and it drives me crazy!”
I
admitted, “Yeah, they’ve done that lately with me too.”
She
gave me that look. “Gilbert, what exactly do you call lately!?”
Any
who’ve read this column know what “Gilbert” instead of “dear” means. I’d soon
be sweating and straining to replace the boardwalk. Cleverly-to throw her off
balance-I shot back, “Okay, a bit longer (a couple years) but we can still walk
on it!”
You
might also know where my protests get me. An hour later I had two eight-foot
4x4 replacement runners in the garage. Soon as all this rain takes a break from
renewing everything I’ll put them in.
Our
car had also made her renewal list, she telling me, “Dear, it was
used when we bought it eight years ago. Now there’s almost two-hundred thousand
miles on it. You’re the astronomer. Isn’t that the same as from here to the
Moon?”
New
car prices are scary and I hate having to buy them. Very cautiously I said,
“It’s 240,000 give or take.”
Eyes
wide, she gasped, “Nearly a quarter of a million? We need to go car shopping
ASAP!”
She
threw in that “million” to make it seem even more, I bet. But there was the
upside; a newer car would let me off the hook with repairs. Better yet, there’d
be no more of her renewal schemes to duck and hide from,
not for awhile, anyway.
Except
nuts, I forgot last week when she was frowning at the walls and trim in the
living room. “Dear, when was the last time we re-painted in here, six years
ago?”
It
had been longer. Dreading what was coming next, I mumbled the number in a bare
whisper so she couldn’t possibly understand or even hear it.
“You’re
right, it was eight! But by putting a
fresh coat in here…” She paused- “…and all the other rooms, we’d renew the whole inside!” She waited for
my answer.
This
time I just grunted and shuffled my feet.
She
nodded enthusiastically, “Right again, dear, you’re a genius! A new-looking
inside would only make the outside look worn and old! So, we’d also have to .etc.-etc.”
Meantime,
I scratched my head-I said all that? Maybe
I should renew my brain!
By now you’ve had it up to here
with my renewal of this and renewing that, and me-too. Let’s end it by
saying that Ruthie and I, along with our friends really do have fun seeing my
babblings appear here in the Rapids Tribune. So, a reminder; be sure to…renew your subscriptions when due, okay?
(Sorry-couldn’t resist). And finally (if it makes up its mind to arrive)-Happy Springtime!
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