The Long Beds have just been confirmed as a guest on Michael Feldman’s Whad’Ya Know? radio show Saturday, March 20. We are told we’ll be playing two songs and that the two Michaels may chat a tad. The show will be broadcast live from the Eau Claire Regional Arts Center. Ticket info here.
Just going through a very rough draft I began several months ago. I typed it on one of my old manual typewriters. Coming across the self-directed parenthetical just now made me chuckle:
I remember with great clarity (as opposed to average clarity, doofus?)
Lately a certain nearly-three-year-old of my acquaintance has begun responding to interdiction by sticking her tongue out. There has been much use of the third stair and a timer. But tonight, a new tack: She stopped mid-stick, and just held her mouth open. “I hope you’re not sticking your tongue out,” said Dad. “I’m not!” she said, brightly. “I’m saying aahh so you can see my tongue, and that’s a good thing.”
Fate willing, when she is 18 I will be 60. This is not a fair fight.
Left home for a week, came back, the melt is on. Time to tap them maples.
Also need to get with it on the firewood. Get it split and stacked…for next winter. That’s the way it works around here. It looks like 40s for the next week. I hope so, because this year’s firewood is down to about two cold weeks’ worth.
But melt. Man, it’s tough to describe how much we react to it around here. The first loosening of the earth, the sound of water trickling, just the scent of it all. The chickens out in the open air, the three ducks working the bare patch in the snow along the southern exposure of the granary…even brown grass looks good at this point. I have actually grown to like winter. But I’m never sorry to see it go.
Point of order: None of this is to say winter is over. Only a fool…