Spring has arrived and I am way beyond spring fever. I have luxuriated in the blossoming flowers and the canopy of leaves expanding over my head. I love this time of year. I love drives in the country the the farmer's tracks across the tilled fields. The even lined fresh dirt awaiting seeds. The solid green earth mounds where winter wheat thrusts upwards looking like fresh manicured lawns. I love the flowering trees giving a hint of the fruit to follow. I love spring. I love the new life. So I am on a natural high.
But each morning (and Michigan is still jacket weather in the mornings)when I arrive at work, unlock the doors, switch on the lights, put down my purse and coffee and look at my window, I wonder how long, how long, before I can rip off the ugly black garbage bags duct taped down over my window.
That window houses the air conditioner. A necessary item at least a few months of the year. But more months of the year it is just an eyesore and in the winter the air comes around it with its icy fingers and turns my office into a refrigerator. I finally decided I'd had enough of chattering teeth and trying to type with my scarf wropped around my freezing fingers. Thus the cretive window scene developed and although my office was a bit on the chilly side, I could type without getting frostbite.
Those black garbage bags did a really good job. I appreciated them. But now, I just want them gone. Yet the heating system in the building is turned off until next fall and the morning temps here are still just a few degrees above freezing. With a brisk breeze my office can still make you think the space has turned into some type large commercial cooler.
I can stand it. The sunshine still pours through my windows and leaves its friendly glare over my monitor screen. I can stand it a few more weeks, but I shall be happy when it's gone.
