Rainy day Wednesday

You guessed it, I HAVE to mention the weather this dismal morning--where is that sunshine that's going to warm the earth so my poor tulips can rise up and bloom? Where's the heat that we've been waiting for since last October when we had a beautiful Indian summer? When is Old Man Winter going to release his grip and give us frazzled Matitimers a break, huh? That feels better you know, just to realease that pent-up energy so I can focus on perhaps more important matters.

The first thing on my mind this morning was, "I wonder if that grandson is ready to make an appearence today?" I really hope he waits until I get home but you know how that story goes. He'll arrive when he's good and ready, no matter where his Grandma happens to be at the time. Why is it that when I get a chance to get away for a couple of days (we're in Montreal as we speak) I right away start to miss the "kids" and the cat and home and my tupip beds. Well, okay, the tulips are barely sticking their poor little heads out of the ground, but I miss them just the same. I can taste and feel spring in my mind; I can smell the grass and even hear the lawn mower, and I can feel the dew on my fingertips as I touch the new petals of my lillies. Am I obsessed with summer or what?

I guess when you've lived in the Maritimes as long as I have, one should grin and bear the slow spring process. It takes all of the three months of March, April and May to allow Mother Nature to do her job and I know that. But as I sit here and watch that wet snow (yes, I typed "snow") falling outside, I'm ready to scream!!

Okay, there's another gripe out of the way, now back to the point of this post. And I've tried to edit this thing so many times I've forgotten the point, would you believe. Let's just say that I'm glad we don't have to drive home tonight. We get to rest, watch the results show of American Idol (I think it's time for Sanjaya to go BTW), pack up and leave early tomorrow. Hubby will be driving one of his purchases home while I motor back in "Old Faithful". Something to ponder: why is it that car salesmen buy top-of-the-line automobiles for others while his wife drives an old Caravan with over 400,000 on it??

Tomorrow is another day though. I'll do my level best not to be upset with the weather in the morning. Please, Lord, just get us home safe and sound.
Blessings to you, Barb

PS: The pic on the left at the top is "moi" driving the old beater and the other one is of course of Hubby and I browsing the pics that he took today of the cars he bought--FYI>