Day Two Hundred Thirty Nine

Oh, The Weather Outside is .....Hot and Humid

It is one of the hottest December's in recent history - for the eastern part of the US that is. I'm not pretending to be a meteorologist - that's just a fact. I can't stand the heat in Florida and wait patiently for the "winter" months when temps drop a few degrees. So far, I have had to resort to breathing in air from the freezer to get some relief. I miss the jolt of frigid air in my lungs. I am a northern girl and miss things like - oh - cold weather in the winter. (sigh)

Even the cats know something isn't right. They beg me to open the door to the porch, then look at me like it's my fault it's still so hot and yucky. To add misery to misery, it's raining today. Nothing like a humid, hot WEEK BEFORE FRIGGIN' CHRISTMAS! Grrrrr

Little Boo! wanted to run around the deck but it's drizzling and she thinks it's an invasion of some sort. Every drop is met with a dare from her like, "Come on! Give it your best shot! I'm not afraid of you!" Everybody else sits on the covered porch, nice and dry, watching her like she's tetched. It brings to mind Barney Fife if you are old enough to remember Andy of Mayberry.

I left the packing paper in the dining room because the kitties are still amused by it. I went to pick it up last night and something moved under my hand! Boo! was hiding inside of it, hoping to scare somebody. She did. As she popped out, triumphant, I thought about the costly toys I have purchased that remain ignored.

The Grands will be here shortly. That means L and Boo! will spend the time cuddling. E will regale me with tales of ice skating with his Boy Scout Troop. He loves being a scout. It fits his little personality - warrior, protector and ever watchful.