The downside of spring thaw

[jhetley]

All the crap that the snowbanks absorbed and hid through the last four months is now surfacing.  (I use "crap" in both the literal and figurative sense -- clean up after your damned dogs, people!)

But anyway, a winter's supply of dead squirrels and MacDonald's wrappers and mangled beer cans and discarded condom packets now decorates our roadsides and yards.  Also, last fall's leaf piles, that the city didn't finish scooping before the first snow hit.  And today's wind is drying out all of the above and redistributing it.  So-called "spring" does not present a pretty face.

And those leaf piles.  I can hear a thousand husbands and sons complaining, "I raked those leaves last year.  Once is enough!"

Comments

[kightp.livejournal.com]

Ah, I remember that season: Early spring, when all the dirty little secrets are revealed.

Can't say I miss it. (-:

[txtriffidranch.livejournal.com]

Ah, memories. I remember my first and last winter in Wisconsin and the rediscovery process in the local parks. The number of pilfered deer hidden in the main park in downtown Appleton was bad enough (I'm ashamed to say that one of my roommates at the time was fond of stealing deer off cars and trucks during hunting season and caching them in the park so they'd stay frozen until he needed quick currency to keep from being evicted from his latest flop, and sometimes subsequent snowfall buried all signs of his treasure until spring, but I remember the World War I medal discovered by cleanup crews in the same park. This was promptly followed by the discovery of the medal's owner, who had last been seen going for a walk before a major blizzard. One of these days, I'm expecting someone to find a mammoth or dinosaur when July arrives and spring once again returns to the Appleton area.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

We have not, as yet, uncovered any dead people in the thawing snowbanks. This year. Having a drunk take the Big Sleep out back of the bar has precedent...

[txtriffidranch.livejournal.com]

What's funny, in a very gallows humor sort of way, is that the deer thief I related to you almost became a frozen entree himself. Since my roommates, still known to this day as "The Alleged Humans", decided to let this twit stay with us shortly after I moved in, he brought all sorts of trouble, and one of his final acts was to OD on us. In this case, Elvis knows how this guy managed to get cocaine in Appleton, especially considering his fiscal state, but he'd managed to get a good dose just before coming home, plopping into a chair, and ceasing breathing. I literally had to throw him into a snowdrift outside the apartment to shock him into breathing again, and then I was left with the responsibility of having to tell him to move out. (The real clincher was the next day, when I was at work: he came back, claimed that he'd left something in my room, and promptly stole most of my clothes. The fact that my roomies let him do so was one of the many reasons why I moved out, and one of these days I'm going track down the carny where they work to thank them for the initiative.