Sad To See The Snow Go?

We have a gravel parking lot behind the radio station. The alleyway that runs between our building and the neighboring building runs downhill toward that parking lot, so all the water from the melting snow runs into it, making it a rutted up muddy mess.

It's a good time to clean all that winter salt and dirt off my vehicle, but I'm not the only one thinking that. I just don't have the patience to wait in those long lines at the car wash.

All the stuff people have been throwing on the ground is now visible to the world. Why can't they just keep a shopping bag in their car and put their garbage in that? When they get home they can throw it away in their trash can.

When my wife and I go for a walk it's too warm to wear my winter coat but too cool and/or windy to wear my spring jacket. And I don't want to layer because I don't want to carry anything, I'll already have a bag slowly filling up with garbage that I've picked up. Decisions, decisions...

My backyard, which I affectionately refer to as the poop slurry, is filled with the remnants of a winter-long effort by my daughter's dogs to cover every square inch of property they could reach with their tiny dog turds. This makes getting out to my bird feeders interesting.