Are those the trees with dark bark and pretty scarlet flowers. If so, they are blooming. The magnolias are blooming, the honey suckle is blooming, for all I know the oak trees are blooming. Not that I know what oak trees look like, all I know is that on the rare times that I can breath, it smells really good.
I took your advice, and I love you. I still can’t breath, but at least I don’t look like a drunk after a 5 day spree.
Lucky is fine. We bought some new cardboard scratchers and he leaped right on one, scratching his toes off. Oh wait, he doesn’t have toes because someone had them cut off. He did seem to have fun, but not as much fun as our clawed cats do.
There’s a church near our house that has loudspeakers outside, and on Sunday mornings pipes out their music for the neighborhood to hear. I really wish they wouldn’t, as they have one singer in their choir who is just gratingly out of tune, to the point where I try to shut our windows in nice weather to block it out. Seriously, if I were a member there I’d probably go to a different service or different church entirely.
I didn’t hear her today. However, I did hear singing. At six fucking thirty in the fucking morning. Now I know why they call that branch of Lutherans the “Misery (Missouri) Synod.”
It’s a proud tradition of the Lutheran church, both ELCA and Missouri Synod, to have out of tune choirs. We take the “joyful noise” (all emphasis on the noise) thing seriously.
I thought that the humidity would keep the pollen down. There are lots of yellow flowers on the side of the road. Bill says they are rag weed.
Bill also says that when we retire, we will move to Las Vegas. No fires, no earthquakes, no hurricanes and nothing lives long enough to bloom. I’m so up for that.
Bob talked Lucky into eating the broom again. Do you folks have any idea how much a slobbery broom messes up the floor?
There are five pecan trees at my dad’s house. One of them was right outside my bedroom window. I kept my window tightly closed during pollen season.
Having tons of pecans every couple of years made up for it, though. I used to give ten pounds of them to a guy I knew in Illinois each year about ten years ago. My dad’ll give them away, too–all you have to do is go to his house and pick them up (you may have to fight the squirrels for them, though). Considering pecans go for about $6/lb, that’s a deal!
flatlined, I’m sorry about Lucky, but I’m glad he’s doing okay right now. I’m also glad you won’t be alone for whatever decisions need to be made. And we’ll be here if you need to talk about him.
