Hello everyone on this beautiful, though somewhat chilly, Monday!  Yesterday we had a beautiful sunny day.  I had almost forgotten what blue sky looked like.  It was so nice to see that sun again, even if it was cold.  That’s the way it is here in the winter.  When the sun shines, it’s cold.  But when it’s cloudy, it’s cold…but not quite as cold.  Muffin was happy too, she had her patch of sunshine to sleep in.  But when I sat down, she woke up and came running over to my, I mean “our”, chair so she could curl up with me.  Now there’s a true pleasure, a purring cat on one’s lap.

Muffin and I are inside trying to stay warm.🥶😽🏠 Its raining so much over where Simon lives that I hear he’s taking swimming lessons so he can get to work.😐🏊‍♂️And then there’s Lydia, sitting under a palm tree basking in the heat.👩🌴🌞Amazing.  But if it’s cold, or raining, that’s perfect weather for coffee.

Speaking of coffee.  I like to keep mine in a glass jar on the counter.  So I pour it from the plastic container into the jar.  And always end up spilling some.  So this time I have a better idea.  I decided to use a soup ladle to scoop the coffee into the jar.  Worked perfectly without spilling…almost.  The last scoop of coffee and the ladle hit the side of the jar.  Spilled the whole ladle of coffee.  Scattered all over the counter, the floor, and me.  This was worse than if I had poured it into the jar like I normally do.  Sigh.  Same day, I took the lid off the margarine container and for some unknown reason it decided to flip into the air and I tried to catch it getting margarine on my hand, putting my elbow into the margarine container and the lid landed on my foot getting margarine on my sock.

I like changing my socks.  It’s a new hobby of mine, do it all the time.  Due to the snow it inevitably tracks inside and gets deposited on the mat by the door.  Now, I have to walk across this mat to get to my bedroom.  And I stepped on some snow with both feet, so that both feet were now wet.  Naturally.  I don’t like wet socks.  So I change them.  I walk back into the living room and step on more snow, which has now melted, with both feet, which are now wet again.  Change socks again.  See what I mean?  Sigh.  Muffin has her water dish in the bedroom.  She likes it there.  I walk past it every day, many times, never come close to touching it.  On that day I stepped right in it.  This spilled the dish causing both socks to get wet.  I hate wet socks.  Change socks…again.

Things happen to me.  I don’t even have to try or do anything special.  Just like my dad.  Things just happened to him too.  Must be a family thing.  Speaking of dad, more fun coming from our many adventures, which number in the hundreds, though most were normal, which I can’t remember.  I hope you have an amazing week and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

© 2019 Steve McLeod.