This day

I spent an interesting and cobwebby time in the rafters of our shed a few minutes ago, battling a huge two-by-four, and getting mud on the ceiling. I'm quite thankful the spiders haven't come out of the deep, dank, dungeons they go to during the winter yet. The shed is almost hopeless. We'll see if I can conquer the dust and bugs before the summer is out. Every day my jeans loose a little more cloth around the knees--what will win this epic struggle? The shed, or the denim...Let the best thing win.

NEWS FLASH: It actually feels like spring outside. You don't need me to tell you that. WOW! I'm pumped for flowers and grass. The sound of water running is a boon to my frost-nipped ears. We can start expecting the yearly migration--humans and beasts alike--to return to the north any time now. Every day the snow goes down a few more inches. The ice on the creak has a big channel running down the center, and the rink is turning in to a pond. Muddy paw-prints abound.

I put a few of the shovels away today. Mom said it's bad luck to put them away before we know for sure if it'll snow again--but I'll take a chance. Besides, I haven't stowed the snow blower yet. Who knows, we may still need it.

I'm still hunting for a job at nearby stables. I've been praying to God, asking that He would grant me this opportunity.  I'm excited! Who knows what will happen.

Happy Easter, folks. Praise the God who gave us His son and spring to enjoy. Enjoy this good Friday--I'm off to do push-ups and watch Jericho. (Great show, by the way.)