How do you do?
How d’ye do?
I’m a howdy do person. You?
Greetings from Indianapolis, where yesterday Bonnie Blue told me it was 74 and I believed her because it got so hot in my office, I had to go outside for some air, and considered that I may need a fan to get me through the spring into the air-condition time.
All week was warm like that. Walked the park with Sadie. Wore lightweight clothing, even short sleeves at times, donned loafers without socks. Slept with open windows.
Rains came yesterday. Little thunder and lightning. A rainbow. Big winds. The first of the maple propellers, or whirlygigs if you will, made it into the house yesterday.
Now it’s 29 and snowing. Light, fluffy snows, not the kind that bend and break the pips who thought it was spring.
I don’t mind a bit. I took that photo with bare feet. I love winter. Besides, I don’t have to go anywhere today. The Mister has homework to do, Moo’s dragged her bedding to the couch to shop for new bedding, and Sassy’s friend is coming for a sleepover.
I have no obligations.
Got some beautiful roast beef, damn near bloody. Gonna make sammiches with it. Gonna add tomato, arugula, swiss, a lil dijonnaise. Got some kosher dills and some sea salt kettle chips.
Gonna do a bit of housework. Always brush the critters first. I’ll dust down the master walls and the ceiling fan, sparkle the windows up, vacuum. I’ll do a lil laundry. I might even clean out my handbag. I’ll read the blogs and laugh at the memes and play my word games. Later I’ll bake a carrot cake and make black pepper chicken. When that’s done I’ll fix what’s left of my nails and sit in a steamy lavender bath.
It’s a good day to be me.
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