Thought for the day ….

Good Morning and Welcome to Tuesday the 20th day of March, 2018.

Today is the first day of spring.

The air feels warm as earlier I was out picking up last night’s and earlier this morning’s poop.

Yes, I am a pooper scooper.

If you have a dog or even a cat.

You become a human pooper scooper.

Okay enough talk of that.

 

The air is warm and so far the sun is shining.

Although it does not seem to be as bright as even a few moments ago.

I am home (vacation day) today with me Alvin.

He has his second ear treatment as he has an ear yeast infection.

It seems to be working as he has not been scratching his ear.

Maybe a little bit on Sunday night but that is all.

Sure am happy about that.

I think he wonders why I am home.

 

With the official day of spring here.

It should not be too long.

I want to say something – last night I saw a bunny.

The bunny still had a large amount of “white” fur.

A bit of brown but not as much as I would like at this time of year.

Our weather forecast for the next couple of weeks although the temps are warmer – they are saying some “- – – -“.

I cannot say the word.

You know the four-lettered word that starts with “S” and ends with “W.”

ARGH.

I am so tired of ice …. ice and most especially the ice.

Yesterday just as I was walking by one of my friend’s house on my way to work, I slipped on some ice.

Picked myself up and continued to the bus stop.

When I got to work I saw that my pants now have a worn patch on the knee from the concrete / ice.

My knee has a the skin scrapped off.

No pain except for the fact that those are/were my favourite pair of pants.

I will find a way to fix them.

It is not a huge area.

It is not even a hole but I am quite certain that once they are laundered there will be a hole.

Oh well.

I am okay and the pants, well I AM going to fix them.

 

Time to go and get dressed and have some COFFEE before we head out for Mr. Alvin’s appointment.

 

I hope that you all have a wonderful first day of spring.

I remember when I was a child walking into the pastures and seeing fields of purple.

Those beautiful furry little flowers named “crocuses.”

I loved the smell in the air and those flowers.

 

These days the air does not have that smell.

Crocuses, none in the City.

Good memories, though.

 

Special Hello to:  my sister who will remember those little purple flowers.

Always, Carol & Alvin

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