Wow, it's Wednesday already?

((I say Wednesday, though it's Tuesday, because by the time I get home, eat dinner, hang up clothes that like to sit in chairs, watch a movie, pee, and listen to some music, it's time for work again and then it'll be Wednesday.))

Weeks fly by when you've got a lot of work to do. Or are having fun. Or getting old. But not if you have a rocking chair on the porch. My chair isn't any Sam Maloof, but it's workable. The salvation army is great for stuff like that...you know, cheap old rocking chairs for the slow days. It's been said that people under 70 don't belong in rocking chairs, but I think it's good to get practice. Sitting on the porch, rocking, watching cars go by, reading the paper...or better yet, some good Mark Twain. Rocking some more, drinking lemonade, or a cold Newcastle. You know, post-teenage, pre-middle age stuff.

I don't have anything to talk about today, besides the fact it was 65 yesterday, and today it snowed. I didn't sit in my rocking chair, I just kinda sat on the couch (yes, there's a couch on the porch)...looking at my rocking chair. I rocked it by the arm, but I didn't sit in it. I want to save that for the time when lightning bugs come out. And the crickets start singing. Then you know it's time for the rocking chair. I don't think we'll have spring this year; just 1 week of moderate temperatures then full-on gotta-sleep-naked southern humidity. No breeze, just stagnant heat. Can't wait. My chair will be ready.