It’s been an odd month. Actually, it feels more like an odd week as time seems to have changed and speeds by as quickly as chocolate leaves the fridge and enters my mouth. Gump’s silly tomatoes have grown like Jack’s beanstalk. He’s had quite a few to eat already but is constantly worrying about this or that blight, and frankly, the selection process over which tomato is going to have in his sandwich is worse than any kid picking out a toy with his birthday money.
Hello from Antarctica. Really? Whoever is controlling the blasted world thermostat is definitely having a laugh. Unbelievable weather. It’s put a stop to my exercise regimen, hard to jog in sub-zero temps right? Like I EVER run. The only time I break out of a walk is when I’m going to the fridge to get more chocolate.
It’s bloody hot. My hair is frizzy, I remain trapped in a permanent state of hot flashes. The only antidote to my condition would be a nice dip in a swimming pool, and of course, I don’t have one (see the previous blog) ☹
Halfway through January which is frankly really weird. Also, the weather is awfully odd as well. Every day seems to bring its own season. I’m confused, my clothes are confused and the plants outside think they are in S. America.
When I was a kid, I was an army brat and I flew all over the world – Several of those times, my sister Denise and I would fly unaccompanied, she was 12 and I was 8. We would be put into the care of flight attendants as we flew from Africa to the U.K., via exotic places like Rome and Entebbe.
Once again we had big storms roll through last night. This time the tornado sirens went off. So, with great trepidation, we left the house with torrential rain pouring down upon us, and ventured out to the ……..storm cellar.