How do I know this? Because I have super-duper scientific evidence and mathematical equation-like-thingies for proof, that’s why:
- I cleaned! I actually (with no prompting from Apparent Dip) cleaned up the backlog of books around the dining room table (my research area) and the tv room (my other research area). Now all that’s left is the pile o’ doom on the couch in the living room (my third research area). But I cleaned! Me cleaning = pigs can fly = spring.
- I got my hair cut. It’s been six months or so since I last went in. Not pretty. I wanted something funky to go with my super cute glasses. I finally had some length to play with so I wanted to get a pretty severe A-line cut where it was almost short-ish in back. What did I get? Well, she went drastic in another way: she cut the front way too short and the A-line is barely noticeable. In two weeks I’ll have a blunt-cut bob. Argh. Oh well: bouncy new ‘do = spring.
- I’m making plans to start running. I have to buy a knee brace for the PCL-missing knee, but I really, really need to get running. My brother is getting married in August, and I would like to look better for that. Plus, when I say that I used to be a ballet dancer, I’m tired of getting looks from people along the lines of: “What, like the hippos in Fantasia?” Desire to exercise = spring.
- I actually like the sunshine. When I lived in California I used to joke that I had reverse SAD. Sunshine depressed me. Wake up? It was sunny. Middle of the day? It was sunny. B.O.R.I.N.G. I’m a midwestern girl, so I missed the crapshoot kind of weather–it was like a choose-your-own-adventure thing where you had absolutely no choice. The possibilities were endless. Plus, being a pale redhead, I have generally avoided sunshine at all costs. But now, now I deliberately walk on the sunny side of the street–I need that vitamin D. Sarah seeking out the sunshine = spring.
So, as you can see, despite the fact that the weather is only grudgingly breaking out of the thirties (and then for only about an hour a day), I have willed spring into existence. It’s here all right. Or else.