the busy season

I have called this the busy season. Every spring at this time, Kevin leaves to a work related conference, and every year at this time several other things happen:
the basement floods,
marking is due at the College, and
there will be some sort of sickness had by someone in the family, this year it is Kevin's mom. She usually comes and stays with me while Kevin is gone to help out with the mopping up, and general chores around the homestead. At least it sure seems like a homestead. The well needs to be dug out. Silt has fill in the reservoir. The old vehicles need work, the banisters are falling apart, did I say the basement was leaking? Oh ya, I did. There is a logging truck load of wood coming at some point in the next 2 weeks. Kevin bought it so that we would have all the wood we need for the next 2 years. I am SURE it will come when he is gone. As with everything, this will pass, but it sure seems heavy at times.

procrastination - friend or foe?

I have been wrestling with this question for years. Perhaps it is my desire to see procrastination as a friend. Indeed it can be as the stress of a short time frame stimulates my mind with a flurry of creativity. Apparently there is scientific support for this type of creative stimulation. Hormones, apparently...is it my imagination or is every sort of "stimulation" in human beings traced back to hormones? Sometimes and I contemplate the scientific explanation for my behaviour, I feel like such an animal! The side of my brain that recognizes myself...(the definition of a sentient being), would like to think otherwise. Do other animals procrastinate? It would seem so if you watched my dog. There are times when he very obviously needs to go outside to relieve himself, but because he has positioned himself on the warm furnace vent, he is reluctant to move. He's going to get a bladder infection one of these days. I tried to tell him that, as I push him towards the open door, but he doesn't care.

is it really over?

Winter has been so mild here in Prince George that yesterday I was tempted to declare winter over. Drips from melting ice made a pleasant sound as they hit pools of water on the ground, only to form ice again this morning. -21 degrees as I awoke. Yet, nature with her mood swings is still teasing us. The sun is shining brightly and the birds are defiantly signing their spring songs. Is this how it will be then? unsettled and undecided? It's funny how I come about my moods by aligning myself with the seasons.