The weather channel says its supposed to be 69 degrees today -- with light winds.

Can you imagine? It will be like getting off a carnival ride your mind will still be spinning after it finally ends.

People will be walking around in a bent over position for the next two weeks trying to adjust to the calm.

You know it's spring. They've been calling for rain every weekend for the past three weeks. Of course we haven't gotten any rain, but just the fact they're calling for it, means you can't make any plans.

You can't plan to mow the yard, because it might rain.

You can't plan to plant the flower garden, because it might rain.

You can't make plans to dig the holes for the new deck, because it might rain.

It most likely won't, but as soon as you make any plans to do anything, it will so it's best just to plan on sitting around in your pajamas all day, reading a good book.

That's where I'll be all weekend -- not.

I'm beginning to notice that the grass has started growing and weeds are growing even better.

Can you imagine? Here it is, the middle of April and I have weeds up to my knees and littlee clumps of grass up to my ankles. All I know is, it's a good thing Jeremy's coming home this weekend. He can show me how to get the mower and weedeater started again. I may even be able to convince him to get started on the layout for the new deck.

I'm sure he'll be disappointed that we can't do some kind of fun thing like going fishing, but with thunderstorms in the forecast, I think it would be best if we just stayed home.

Brad told me he wanted to be around with the video camera when I started working on the deck. For some reason he thinks he can get footage shown of America's Funniest Home Videos. He's even pretty sure he can win the $10,000 prize.

"I can just see you using the gas powered fence post digger (or whatever he called it).

"You'll probably reach a centrifugal force equal to a ride on the Zipper."

Fortunately, he won't be home Saturday to see me using the gas powered fence post digger.

He probably won't be home to see me trying to figure out the blueprints for the new deck either. Which is a good thing, because I've never had the pleasure of trying to read blueprints.

I know I have enough wood to make a 192 square-foot deck with an eight-foot octagon attached.

I may end up with a 20-foot octagon and a 30-square foot deck attached, but some way, some how, my door to nowhere is going to have an access point to the outdoors, even if it kills me -- which it very well might.