Set a Spell

We're almost in April n it's spring on the calender, but last night I had to clear snow off the truck for the ride home in snow flurries. By the time I awoke today the white was again melted away in the sunshine. Now evening has claimed back the freezing chill again.

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Finally I stand a chance of getting some things done in my begged for two-days-off-in-a-row currently underway. My aching arms need rest big-time. It's been a couple months since I've had enough recovery time from work activity to not feel muscle-sore. I've got plenty to keep me busy, n chores are a mile pile.

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Today my energy level is decidedly low, n by the time I get to the full-steam ahead mode, I suspect it'll be time to expend myself at the job again. In fact I've got so much catch-up planned, it'll be a wonder if I get any needed rest...

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At least store errands are completed. I finally got the light-strings off the deck trees! The frig really needs a wipe-down, n dusty spring-clean is in mucho need. I hope they give me another week of two days off- Life is way too exhausting one day at a whack!

I figured out awhile back that I've not had a well day without chores or week off from needed duties since 2005...
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I always seem to choose getting stuff done for some reason, unless I'm ill. Again there's so much trash in the woods across the road, I'm contemplating spending my limited free-time picking it up just so I don't have to see it all the time. It took me awhile to pick up the water bottles n stuff the fire-department left all over the yard. I hate litter-bugs!

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I much prefer the off-tourist season here. The crowds will soon be everywhere, the private beach-viewings I've shown this winter will be hard pressed to be void of human forms. Cold n empty, it becomes my beach. Without pressure or worries. No one to avoid, no one to offend. When all the folks flock back in, I'll get stressed, defensive, n hide again.

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When I look at these pics ...

I remember the late day zero-F artic air I took them in. I can remember the dear woman in whose memory the bench was placed, owner of a large, Victorian Inn with a tower right there across the Boulevard. Circa 1980, I used to clean it's rooms, lounge, n help in the kitchen. I played guitar music n sang harmony with many old friends in the upstairs n downstairs lounges. On a July Fourth, then singing partner Emily, Dale from Run-21, n I watched the fireworks from the roof. I met old buddy Bruce, a song-writer there, when he'd just begun gigging with James Montgomery, (the New England Mouth-harp Blues legend). This place which entertained me many a winter is currently closed.

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The old place has changed hands many times since P's passing, but this familiar landscape of hundreds of personal memories for me will remain the same.

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In about one more month n a few warmer degrees, these scenes will no longer be serene...