March in February
Tuesday, February 20th, 2024 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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49F and sunny today.
This really hasn't felt like February at all this year.
I have many vivid memories of this time in February... around the 20th... always feeling so tired of snow and ice and cold... and that there was still no end in sight.
And I have plenty of memories of freezing my ass off around Valentine's Day, and the Super Bowl.
This year, it's been like March all month.
I actually felt guilty for not going outside and raking up the locust pods over the weekend.
Meanwhile, Snoop's been MIA for over 48 hours.
That's not a precedent, but it does always worry me.
Prowly's been around a lot more, however.
No word from Bantam.
It's been a week since they took their money, but the client portal shows zero actions have been taken.
I dashed off an email to Cheryl, asking for a timeline.
Meanwhile, Dad's BMO account overdrafted thanks to a surprise charge from ComEd! So I have to look into that and stop that bullshit from happening again!
In other zombie Dad news, AllState assures me his old homeowner's insurance has finally been cancelled for real, and that $420.00 was refunded to me on the 16th, but I see no such deposit in either mine or Dad's accounts.
Meanwhile, I need to renew my car registration.
These are all things I still have time on, right now, but next week I'll be getting pretty nervous if they're not straightened out.
As for the weather... it may hit 70 next week!
That's too freakish to be happy about.
I've been spending a lot of time lately, thinking about the 1990s, and how much the environment has changed around here since then.
after hearing the old crickets on, Rendezvous I don't think that sound is ever coming back.
For a long time I thought it was just the overgrowth in the back yard, but after last summer, hearing all the same stuff over at cloud that I was hearing here at home, I'm pretty sure it's just a case of invasive species having taken over.
Like, there are still crickets, but they're not the same ones.
The ones I took for being nymphs, making a high pitched chirp, I think now are just a different species.
And there are two or three other types now, with their own unique chirps... which, again, I took for normal field crickets being in a mood... like sounding different because of the chill or the rain or something.
But I think it's just different species, and that the classic field crickets of old will never be around in the numbers they used to be.
I've been asking myself lately if I really even want to stay here, if the house can't tolerate the extremes of cold and heat in the future... and if all the things I remember about this place, like crickets, lightning bugs, and june bugs, are just gone forever.
Maybe it would be easier to just sell, and go live in a modern apartment building, I dunno.
I've been daydreaming about living back in the tower downtown, way up on 17.
That was a fun life, but it didn't last long.
Still, I do have a dog and two cats now, and they're not gonna just disappear.
I miss all of the certainty I had about my future last year.
And things would be fine right now, if that refi had closed.
But it didn't.
Well, anyway, the garbage is out on the curb, and another work week begins.
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