Summer Is Coming. Really?

May 21, 2020

Good morning. Today is sunny and still a bit cool.  Last evening, I had to put the heat back on.  Two nights in a row with temps in the upper thirties and low forties is just too much for me.  I don't want to chance getting a bad cold or pneumonia.  I can turn the heat off when it warms up.

My hand has been feeling a bit better so I was able to do a bit of crocheting last night.  That's a relief. I want to get these neck warmer sets finished so that I can get back to my Christmas projects.  I gave the green set to the mailman a couple days ago when he brought the mail.  It was not a holiday gift and I explained that it was a just because gift that might come in handy next Winter.

Speaking of seasons, the weather forecaster on this morning's news really annoyed me.  She was explaining how the warming temps headed our way was a great way to start this Summer.  Excuse me, but some of us are still waiting for Spring.  And, Summer doesn't start for another month. (on the calendar)  The way the seasons have been going, Spring and Fall only get to last for a couple of weeks.  It's mostly Winter and Summer.

A few days ago, I was watching a program on TV and a book was being mentioned as quite interesting.  After the show ended, I looked the book up online.  I thought I might get a copy of it to read.  Surprise, surprise.  The book's availability and price tag told me that it was not going to happen.  Here's a picture of the book and a listing for it.

In a couple hours, it should be warm enough for Pogo and I to spend some time out on the porch.  I'm thinking that maybe I'll take my crocheting out there with me.  That, and a bottle of root beer, while listening to the birds chirp sounds like a great way to spend some time.

Speaking of birds, a couple days ago, I looked out to see a big fat robin sitting on my porch gate. Shortly after that, a pair of cardinals came and sat nearby on top of the recycle bin for a while.  It  felt sort of like an omen.  Of good things coming.

Here's an image I borrowed from the web.  I had to laugh because it describes my Pogo to a tee.  He doesn't do tricks, or come on command (unless he wants to), or play with his toys.

Pogo spent his first six years in a little cage with no toys, no love, no companionship, and fed whenever.  He was badly neglected, and couldn't even eat much before he was rescued because his mouth was so badly infected.  He required surgery to remove his last few teeth and lower jaw. My little guy doesn't need to do tricks.  I love him dearly for the joy and happiness he gives me.

Now I need to wash a few dishes and gather up the things I want to take out on the porch with me.  So, till tomorrow, Y'all stay safe and have a fantabulous day.

Hugs, Edna B.