Can't Please Me

Yesterday was a record-breaking day, seventy-six degrees in Sacramento, sixty-eight up here.  After my yammering on about cold and rain lately (truck doors frozen again on Tuesday), one would think I couldn't complain about a beautiful but unseasonably warm day; one would be wrong.  For one thing, it brought out the mosquitoes.  For another, it's way too soon.  Walking out in the afternoon, I saw that the almond tree had started to blossom.  Like a young girl who thinks that every boy who asks her out is The One, this poor tree thinks every warm day is a firm commitment and flings itself into the arms of spring.  As has happened in the past, I fear wind and rain in the months ahead will destroy its finery and dash its hopes, but I have to admire its indomitable spirit.

Superbowl Sunday:  Pittsburgh Steelers vs. Green Bay Packers.  I'm not really sure that Bessie, Frank, and Pearl are that much into football, but every time I jump up, they do, too, and we do our own version of The Wave.  (If the Steelers win...now that would please me no end!)