It’s Cool, It’s Breezy, It Looks Like Winter Coffee Muses Ditto.
Today’s starting out as a repeat of yesterday. A cacophony of bird calls and songs. At least a dozen species scattered around the house. The wind sighing through the trees in counterpoint.
I need to enjoy this cool while it lasts, the prognosticators are predicting we’ll be back in the 80’s in a few days. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a winter with as many days of above 80 degrees in my life. I am almost afraid to see what summer will bring… One scary thing, I am seeing new leaves popping out on all of the fruit trees. Should we get another hard freeze it will be bad for them.
Tomorrow should be nice and quiet… Much to the consternation of my two oldest, I don’t invest any time or money in support of the Football Industrial Complex run by and for all those millionaire owners, players and colleges. So around here anyway, the house will empty, everyone heading to Son #1’s to party through the day, leaving me and the wife to do battle with peace and quiet…
And after all of the excitement, it’ll be time for me to hit the road for my birthday road trip. After the past weeks trips to Galveston, it’ll be a bit anticlimactic, but what the hay… It’s a tradition.
I can’t believe another year has come and gone! Happy birthday to you, whenever it is exactly, and enjoy the peace and quiet tomorrow. I have a friend who lives not too far from the stadium (I don’t even know how to spell its name now that it’s not Reliant) and she’s left town for the weekend. Smart cookie, I’d say.
Thanks for the birthday wishes, Linda. I actually will make my road trip on my birthday this year. In my distant past, I always had a job that look me out of town for a couple of weeks each January. Somehow, the trip always came to an end on Super Bowl weekend. Most of my fellow workers would stay till Monday and fly out so they could have a big party at the hotel. I always flew out during the game. Less crowded, both at the airport and on the plane. One of the few flights I enjoyed in my later years of travel. Oh, the name of the stadium…NRG, pronounced energy.