Actually it is mainly wonderful. Except for the frigging robins. In March you think "hey, there's a robin at 5:30 pm - how nice." In April you think "hey, there's a robin at 5:30 am - where is my gun?" Who the hell designed the damn things to be cheery at dawn anyway? Why can't robins be wrens? Saw a perfectly respectable house wren (my first I think) nosing around the garden the other day. Silent yet active. Cute yet secret. Conclusion: wrens must be tastier than robins.

And the Canadian highways. What is wrong with the designers of highways in Canada? I've driven up to Ottawa the last three weekends what with the end of blizzard season and there is nothing so dreary as the straight highway that comes near no towns and is devoid of all roadside activity. How is it that the US interstate system can have curves and comes in view of towns while ours can't? The 416 is like driving in northern New Brunswick and there is nothing worse than driving in northern New Brunswick. What else can I complain about? Not that much I suppose. Except that I am now accustomed to work weeks that are shorter than weekends due to March Break being so close to Easter.

But it is all made better by baseball. Beckett has been locked up, vintage baseball is less than a month away and the kids' sign ups are this Saturday meaning I have a summer of dozing and half watching their evening games as I half read a book, slipping in and out of that dream about ways to make robin pie both palatable and popular.