Its official I have the fever. Not baby fever. Spring fever. I’m so ready for spring - but in the back of my mind there’s a voice of reason saying its only February, and we’re in for one more snow. Ok. So, I know that its some kind of sick rule that mother nature rarely fails to follow but its become a rule that it always snows the first week of track season.
Im so excited because Kirt gets a 3 day weekend, and I have lots of spring projects in store for him.
First - we are going to try Strie. It’s a fancy word for dragging. I have decided to take this opportunity to try a new faux technique in my living room. Now I need to pick a color and get some paint.
Next, its time to clean out the garage! YAY! Sounds like a blast …
Today the boys and I planted a garden. This garden is a temporary indoor garden. We planted black eyed susans, forget me nots, carnations and delphiniums. This garden was a side effect of my spring fever.
Finally, the most important projects for the weekend include fixing up our soon to be rental property in Ashland and moving our hot tub to our new home.
Keeping busy is starting to get a little easier. I have been looking into several DIY projects that I want to be able to accomplish … now I just have to gather all of the materials and get started.
On Sunday. February 13th I found out that a very close friend had passed away. This is a tough loss for me for several reasons. I want to share with you one of my greatest memories of Clayton.
Clayton was one of the kindest people you would ever know. He was one of the very first people to speak to me when I moved to Meade. He seemed shy at first, but once you got to know him he very open and out going. We could always count on him for a great laugh. Clayton and I were track buddies. Both of us throw shot, disc and javelin. Clayton was one of the few people to be very patient with me while he taught me how to properly be a “thrower.” At practice I drove him nuts on a daily basis, but he never told me I did. He would always shake his head and smile. At a track meet in Greely I threw my personal best, as always Clayton was there with me and when we knew I had thrown my best he told me “Keahey, I know I will never say this again but that was a damn good shot!” Ha! He was an excellent teacher, friend, and teammate.
Today (Friday) is his funeral. It is sure to be an emotional day…
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