Washburne Historic District, Springfield

Much as I’d like to bellyache about L. not doing his share, he actually does, and just when I’m ready to whip up a fuss he fries me some tofu just how I like it or takes out the recycling. Still, when he and the rest of them are cranking out a deadline, our heroine just has to suck it up and fry her own tofu. This plus working an extra long day being the ruler of all reference questions, putting the baby to bed without incident, grocery shopping, and, finally, walking the patient and beleaguered dogs. The Smith Mountjoy House on the corner of 9th and C has all its Easter finery on display, and that perked us all up, so that I could even look on the bright side when we encountered the couple arguing at 7th: “You don’t say ‘fuck you’ to your wife!” “Well, stop hitting me then!” Be grateful, my friends.

Cat poop consumed: no

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Washburne Historic District, Springfield

I love dogs. I love stars. I love Dan Savage and the Lovecast. I love the wetwarm smell of spring. I love blooming plum trees. I love people who leave their lights on and curtains open to entertain passersby. I do not love the new owner of the lot at the corner of E and 9th who cut down the blackberry tunnel over the sidewalk. What am I and the dogs going to snack on in September? We love blackberries.

Cat poop consumed: no

Washburne Historic District, Springfield

Unplugged? Plug in and get current with God. 1 Peter 3:12

That’s the advice for modern audiences on the marquee in front of the church on the corner of C and 12th. I suppose the Bible is open to many interpretations and its longevity as an arguably relevant text throughout the ages could be attributed to its flexibility. But FYI, the actual text says, “For the eyes of the LORD are on the righteous, / And His ears are open to their prayers; / But the face of the LORD is against those who do evil.” The part about the ears being open? That could just as easily be about dogs.

Cat poop consumed: yes

Washburne Historic District, Springfield

Every one of these cute old houses feels like a taunt to me in my current state of real estate panic. Oh, you think you’re so great just because you have an actual foundation around the whole house and at least 18 inches of crawlspace clearance. You with your original Craftsman details still intact. And the profligate display of gutters! Tell me this: what exactly is so special about a roof with only one layer of composite tiles instead of the mille-feuille over my head? Jones loves to dig; perhaps I can hire him as a subcontractor to perform the necessary excavation under the house, thereby giving him plenty of exercise and saving us thousands of dollars.

Cat poop consumed: no

Washburne Historic District, Springfield

A recent study found that people who get their exercise by walking dogs walk faster and get more fit than folks who walk with human companions. This comes as no surprise, especially when one has to hustle to pick up Ramona from the beauty parlor before 5 when they close. On a side note, the House of Dogs always sends their clients home with bags o’ treats–including homemade cheesy mini muffins. These are handy if you forget to bring poop bags (see above: “hustle”), but you will have to decide what to do with the contents: empty them into your coat pockets or onto the sidewalk?

Cat poop consumed: yes

Washburne Historic District, Springfield

Don’t you hate when there’s no water because the pipes froze and broke so you’re waiting around for the nice contractor ┬áto come back and fix the hole he had to cut in the laundry room floor, and you haven’t really had breakfast because the nice plumber came earlier than expected, and the baby is crabby and won’t go to sleep on her own? But this being day four or five of record-breaking c-c-c-cold, the prospect of a walk even to kill time and get the aforementioned crabby baby to sleep just seems like too much? On the positive side, my knee socks stayed up the whole time.

Cat poop consumed: yes

Washburne Historic District, Springfield

If you waited until the rain stopped before doing anything, according to K., you’d never do anything. This from the woman who tends to the juvenile grapes in her vineyard rain or shine. But it’s true here, and despite the rain, people mow the grass, attend the Mushroom Festival, shop for vegetables at the farmer’s market, run on the bark paths, ride bikes, and hello! walk dogs. Except today I waited for a window and when it came we headed out and stayed dry, huzzah.

Cat poop consumed: no