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Friday, May 21, 2010


I can see the sun this morning. I take that as a good sign.

I apologize for beating this ice dragon, but growing up in Kansas is about the sky. Wide, open sky with a blazing sun beating down on your skull. I don't live in Oregon for many reasons, but one of them is the weather. I need the sun. I need the warm. I need the blue sky.

The weathermen agree (Why wouldn't they? They're all in it together) the next few days should be hot, humid and sunny. I pray that is true. I am not the only one suffering from weather-related doldrums. Even the migratory folks from northern climes are starting to notice the prolonged Winter here in the Sunflower State.

Not that the cool and the moisture hasn't been good for the garden. My ivies have never been larger (including the Poison variety), and we continue to harvest spring greens and spinach from mom's garden daily. Unfortunately, I don't want salad when my teeth are chattering, so it makes it hard to eat that lovely lettuce.

I plan to spend time outside in the heat, pulling weeds at mom's farm and on my real estate, which is slightly smaller than the first plot you get when you start FV. I don't care. In the real world, that's all the space I can handle by myself and sometimes more than I can handle. My real Sweetie is not nearly so much help as my virtual Beryl, and my real neighbors, as I've posted before, are odder than their virtual counterparts. 

If the mood strikes, I may even vacuum my car for the first time ever. That should be interesting.
I will wash my blankets but I will not put them away. Kansas has fooled me before, and I'm not falling for it this time.

So for today, hello, Mr. Sun. Welcome back.

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