The Long March Hill

Mother and I always wonder if when traversing the Long March Hill, one is traveling straight up, April 1st being the top of the hill. Or if you go up and down and on April 1st one is standing in the foothills knee deep in rich soil ready for planting seeds. We have come to no conclusion on this, but I'm starting to think it might be different every year. Two nights ago I came down at 4 in the morning to a blanket of snow, so we're definitely not anywhere near the foothills yet.

I still feel insanely miserable. Three days and counting. How will I ever muster the patience to die when I can't even be patient with being sick for a week? I've spent the last three days trying to figure out how I can kill myself when the time comes. The option currently at the top of the list is jumping off a sheer cliff onto rocks far below as that has the added bonus of flying at the end. The problem will be how to get up to the cliffs..... I'm working on that.

We're having our usual spring trials here, which seem to come in 3's. The furnace motor conked out on Sunday morning, the basement door had to be rebuilt, and I'm hoping that number three will not be the roof leaking. The last time that happened, we spent over $5000 before I got up there myself and shoved some sheet metal under five rows of tiles. It's still there.

Help me Obie-wan.