Spring Fever, Unlike Any Other

It has hit – a serious case of spring fever. I want to frolic! I want to be outside, doing just about anything that one can possibly do outside.  I’m living in a condo (aka the shoebox) so I don’t have a garden.  I’m halfway through a non-extendible lease, so I’m not about to start a container garden only to have to move it.  But when I can, I get my little pointed head out the window and enjoy the warmth.

Springs of my recent past used to entail removing the mushy mounds of dog poop that popped up through melting snow.  Then I would go for extra, and extra-long walks with one or two dogs.  In fact, the dogs were the first things I thought of on weekend mornings.  They would be walked before I thought about what I wanted to do.  Now I no longer have a dog.  Things are very different.

Last year I discovered that I really like riding a motorcycle.  Part of it, I think, is giving up some control and just being a passenger while enjoying a close proximity to nature.  It’s nice.  But I’m also planning to take the motorcycle licensing course.  I’ll never know until I try!  My bike driving experience is limited to repeatedly falling off a Honda 50 as a young teen – that is, when I could get it away from my much more bike-capable little (bigger) brother.

I suspect that even if I get licensed, I’ll still prefer to be on the back of a comfy Harley.  But I truly won’t know for sure unless I look into it.  And that’s the plan. I have the gear.  I have the will.  We’ll see if I have the goods soon enough.