we have no snow.
but that’s a good thing.
it’s 32 degrees here.
not so bad. BUT.
we also have
a 45 to 50 mph north wind blowing with
even higher gusts.
so they say the wind chill temp is 15 degrees.
that would be – 9 celsius.
not so pleasant.
the wind is like a knife.
but it’s dry.
this post is dedicated to all the peanut people
FRIGID ZONE ! !
for instance . . .
ENOUGH ARREDY ! ! !
other than tons more of snow . . .
how bad can the latest news get?
i truthfully seldom watch the news.
it only upsets me.
but i did watch this weekend.
and i am horrified.
a little baby shot dead.
in the face.
for NOTHING. NOTHING.
he was only 13 months old.
there are no words for that unspeakable act.
i’ll try to make this post light.
light with sunlight. and warmth.
and the promise of good things.
so many of you peanut readers have been dealing with this . . .
for weeks on end it seems.
oh. my. goodness.
and . . . good grief !
don’t EVEN ask how this could have happened.
the mind boggles.
i decided to share with you what i did
last friday afternoon.
that spring and summer are
JUST AROUND THE CORNER ! ! !
BEFORE YOU KNOW IT ! ! !
they ARE old bean!
they really are.
i treated myself to one of these.
oh lordy. be still my heart.
it tasted like a little bit of heaven.
simply because i so seldom indulge in this.
but when i want one. i WANT one.
and besides. it’s a celebration!
notice how i’m using caps for emphasis now?
it’s kinda fun really.
i don’t look like this.
i wouldn’t even WANT to look like this.
poor brad. foolish brad.
what were you thinking?
it must be like hugging a stick.
i don’t mean to hurt any thin peanut readers.
i used to be pretty thin myself.
so. i’m not AGAINST thin people.
and some people . . . like my little mother
couldn’t gain weight if they tried.
but angelina looks like an emaciated quarter back to me.
maybe it’s just the fact i don’t like how
~ she herself ~
admittedly “went after” what she wanted
regardless of the consequences.
and then brazenly said she sees nothing wrong in that.
and what she wanted
was another woman’s husband.
she will NEVER be pretty to me.
but then. i suppose that’s a whole other post.
NOT FOR TODAY.
today we’re celebrating the soon arrival of spring
and the joy of being a plump and juicy and happy
little woman ! ! !
we girls just wanna have fun !
i been thinkin’ of all the things i just might do
especially now! since i have a pool and all . . .
let’s see . . .
i’ll probably swim a lot
except i rather think no fish will be nibbling
my behind . . . in the pool.
and . . .
i’ll probably have me a picnic once or twice or more.
i LOVE picnics!
i’ll tell you about a funny picnic i was on once.
but not now.
see? i AM learning not to digress. at least a LITTLE bit.
okay. enough with the capital letters.
are they getting on your nerves too?
uh oh. yes. this did happen to me once.
it wasn’t nice. and people got mad. a “bob” people.
’cause all the food got down at the bottom
of the lake.
between the boat and the dock.
and then maybe i’ll have an adventure !
her knees look really REALLY
i will use sunscreen. myself.
maybe this summer i will do something
very hard. and very brave!
you just never know. you know?
i don’t know about you.
but i’m lazy at heart. i know that.
maybe it’s a flaw.
oh. i don’t mean when i work. i’m a hard worker.
i liked being busy.
i was never a ‘clock watcher.’
and even if it ever got slack ~ which was seldom ~
i could always find something to do.
which . . . i think they call self motivation. lol.
this is not bragging. i actually
could never see how people enjoyed sitting at their desk
doing nothing. but some did. maybe they were retired. LOLOL.
in their mind!
since i’m retired now ~ i’m finding out that i’m also
ENJOYING being lazy. i AM old bean. I really AM!
oops. said i wasn’t going to do any more caps.
i’m just pretty happy. and . . .
content. i think is a better word than lazy.
i like doing this . . .
except i don’t fish.
not any more.
there’s another little funny bob story i could tell you
about fishing skills.
he was such a cool guy wasn’t he.
someday i’ll share that story.
good times. old bean.
but NOW are good times too!
the present is always the best.
it’s all you’ve actually got.
just give me a good book.
or good blogs! LOL.
and the company of good friends.
and a luscious hot fudge sundae
just every now and then.
the best kind.
regardless of the season !
used to simply adore this. and could do it for hours.
LOLOL. yes. i know.
doesn’t take much to entertain some people.
now the vertigo would probably get me.
ah. the old vertigo.
nothing like being plump and fun
[ OLD ]
a weak lol there.
maybe . . .
but also . . .
happy. exuberant. filled with joy.
pure joy just to be alive.
kinda like a puppy.
life is good.
i also used to love to sail.
but now i might be more like that little guy
at the stern. sea sick ?
poor little fellow.
i had a friend once.
i hesitate to call him that now.
i mean in retrospect and all.
you’d kinda have to say . . .
with friends like that
you don’t need enemies!
“you need to meet somebody.”
that’s what people say to young widows.
i was 34.
i’d had my darling since i was 18.
almost half my life at that time!
but they say it a lot.
an awful lot.
and so . . .
they mean well.
and i suppose it’s healthy to ‘date again.’
but to me . . . ugh.
they were only being kind.
they had no idea what i’d really lost.
it’s so easy to give advice isn’t it ~
you know ~
when you haven’t been through it.
people always know what’s best for OTHER people!
ever notice that?
it’s just human nature.
i eventually started dating.
quite a lot actually.
about five years.
at least long enough for me.
fun i guess. but . . .
but the spark?
my beloved bob
was simply gone.
and during that time
i met the sailor of the hobie cat.
a sweet little hobie 16 ~ if you’re into that kind of knowledge.
it was fun. and FAST.
he used to “shoot the wave”
i think you call it.
kinda like surfing i guess without a surfboard
but with a catamaran.
you know . . .
where the thing goes WAYYY up on its side
and you’re sure you are going to sleep
with the fishes?
he was good.
he was handsome. and he was
a dare devil. among other things.
it always scared me to death.
i tried not to show it. but he knew.
white knuckles give you away every time.
oh yeah. and the occasional SCREAM.
i tried to be a brave sport. but it just wasn’t in me.
he would sail with me for awhile.
then he would go back out and SHOW OFF.
sorry. but he was a JERK.
in other ways too.
and all caps are called for.
he’s probably why i quit dating.
he put a fear in my heart that i’d never known before.
no stories worth repeating there.
a very dark time.
as in abuse.
and. what a digression here.
but i will leave it anyway.
it was part of my life.
and you learn from life.
if nothing else . . .
that spring and summer
ALWAYS come again ! ! !
come on. back on track old bean!
this is more my speed. right here.
i consider this very fun.
i guess i better quit dreaming about spring and summer
for you all.
i need to give my eyes a rest from george today.
i think HE thinks he’s starting to OWN me.
thanks to the captain ~
i found out george is not all that smart. hahaha.
and . . . thanks to the late artist
for sharing the famous and fun
and ever irrepressible “hilda” with the world and
us here on the peanut.
hang in there old bean.
it’ll thaw. it will.
spring and summer will be here
BEFORE YOU KNOW IT !
unless you’re my darling gypsy girl artist vicki
in that enchanted land . . . Australia
and dear . . . and talented . . . and smart cathy
in gorgeous new zealand!
they are on the other side of the world and vicki’s
tired of summer heat and waiting for full out autumn!
( autumn is secretly my favorite season though )
this is for you vicki and cathy
turning into AUTUMN ! ! !
if you’ll excuse me . . .
i’ll go and try not to think about
what MY swimsuit will say
about my own derriere this summer ! ! !
and . . .
LOLOL ! ! !
til soon old bean.