On snow and llama poo

I am tired of the snow.

I usually like the snow, but this year I am working outside in it and that makes it far less appealing. Snow is best when one is indoors where it is warm and looking out at the annoying white stuff.

As soon as it is not snow it is turning into that sticky kind of mud that will not scrape off your boots while wet and turns into something resembling concrete when it dries. It does, however, fall off your feet in generous amounts whenever you come indoors, while somehow never diminishing the mud weight on your shoes.

Mud is a mystery.

I drove back to Sanctuary last night and was awarded with about two inches of the annoying white stuff on the ground this morning when I let the annoying white dog out for her morning cavort. I stopped making fun of the annoying white dog for a while because the Mrs. gets a little put out with me for making fun of her little friend.

I can see her point, but it is hard for me not to poke fun at such a willing victim. Frunobulax loves any kind of attention. I am convinced that she is a brain damaged dog.

You see, she does not wag her tail. When she is happy her tongue flicks in and out, but her tail lays there like a dead worm. I think her brain has a short circuit that confused her tail and her tongue.

She also steals llama poop.

I think that sums things up nicely.

That would make a good figure of speech. “He is so stupid he steals llama poop.”

Depressed?

I have not been feeling well for quite some time now.

The Mrs. pointed out that I seem depressed. She is probably right.

This has been a hard winter for me in far more ways than one. I am ready for spring or any spring-like weather. I spend far too much time living in a little box, missing the sun and living in the dark. (In more ways than one.)

This next week looks like it will be better in the weather department. I just hope that the jobsite runs better too.

All in all I just need to get in a better mood and get on with things. This would be a good time to take a few days off and get in touch with my inner Troll.

I am still looking forward to the rumor of Internet access in my park. Like everything else in Northern New Mexico, I will only believe when I see it. Procrastination is a way of life here.

Yep! It is time for a break……

Where in the hell have you been?

I have been overworking and being sick from overworking in the cold and wet.

I did not even go home last weekend. I stayed in the Doghouse and rested before I wound up in the hospital. It worked. Thank you, Mrs. Troll, for being a kind and understanding wife.

The local news predicts a break in the weather that I can certainly use. I am tired of going home every night with wet feet and am tired of freezing my ass off every morning. In the morning I am slipping on the ice that is all over the site, and before noon I am sloshing around in ankle deep mud. Emotionally I have decided that Santa Fe has some kind of existential line leading directly to Hell. In some ways I feel that in fact Hell has finally frozen over, but just until noon.

Rumor has it that the park that I am staying in is going to put in wireless Internet ‘real soon now’ so my exile from the information super-speed-bump may soon be over. When I think about it I become giddy as a school girl and happy as a dog eating cat shit. I will be taking my ‘puter with me in anticipation of this event.

While it is nice to be home, I certainly do not miss the sound of Frunobulax barking at a sofa cushion. I do not know what the cushion ever did to her, but she is expressing her anger in a loud and prolonged manner, the silly bitch. Even the other dogs think she is silly and ignore her as much as possible.

Let us all hope for an early spring so the dogs can go annoy someone else and I can finally get warm.