Hello dear readers from the land of cold and snow.  This is a good time to pull up a chair, grab yourself a cup of coffee, or hot chocolate, and see what’s happening here today.  Do you really want to know?  Today is April 29.  It should be nice and warm outside.  It isn’t. This is what it looks like outside, and getting worse since I took this picture a bit earlier.It’s snowing!   It shouldn’t be snowing. Raining perhaps.  Not snowing.  Did I ever mention that I like warm places?  I do.  Honest.  So why do I live in such a cold place? Don’t ask.  I have no idea.  I should have moved someplace warm years ago.  But years ago our winters were not so bad as they are now.  Winter is getting longer and colder every year now.  Why am I even talking about winter??  It is a good day to stay inside and drink coffee.  Which is what I’m doing.  And probably will continue to do today.

It’s been one of those days.  And it’s only 7 am.  Aside from being cold and getting that white lumpy rain, I also broke the arm on my desk chair.  It can be fixed easily enough. But still.  There’s another problem too.  Hopefully that will be taken care of today. If not, oh well, there’s always tomorrow.  Ever notice how we always seem to like worrying about tomorrow?  Why?  It usually makes us feel terrible.  So why do it?  Personally I don’t enjoy feeling bad.  So best to take it one day at a time.  We will feel better and be much happier.

Although yesterday today was tomorrow, and tomorrow today will be yesterday, nevertheless yesterday tomorrow will be the day after tomorrow because today it would be tomorrow yesterday and tomorrow will be today tomorrow, or would have been the day after tomorrow yesterday.  I think.

Now after that, how can you possible worry about tomorrow.  You see it’s quite simple. Tomorrow never arrives.  Because once tomorrow is here it’s actually today and today can’t be tomorrow.  Simple, right?

Poor birds on a day like this.  It’s snowing quite heavily now.  The ground is covered with snow so they can’t get at their natural food.  And there is just not enough room at my feeders for all those hungry critters.  Right now there is probably 200 of them out there, all trying to get something.  Then there is the squirrels.  They keep chasing the birds away.  Sigh.  And when you get a lot of birds around like this, something else happens.  Predators arrive.  I was standing on the deck for a bit watching all the action and suddenly this hawk flies past, just missing my head, I could feel the breeze from it’s wings.  He was moving fast.  But this time it missed.  A broad winged hawk.  They are about crow sized, so one of our smaller hawks.  And they like birds for lunch. Or breakfast.  So at the moment it’s a bit quiet out there.  But the hawk left temporarily.  It will be back however.

Even though not one of our bigger hawks, they do fly fast, especially in a dive after prey. It can actually break a person’s neck at that speed.  So I’m glad it missed me.  At the very least it would have ripped my head wide open.  Bird watching can be a dangerous hobby at times.  I have been attacked more than once over the years.  Never hurt though.  I have always been able to keep out of the way.

Odd things happen sometimes.  Remember the guy I met on the street?  That’s the odd I’m talking about.  I am very careful about locking my door now.  I went out yesterday and when I left I made sure the door was locked.  Fine.  When I came home the door was not locked and Muffin was kind of nervous/scared.  I have noticed nothing missing.  Still, it gives a person that uneasy feeling.  The place we live should make us feel safe.  Not uneasy.  I’m not scared.  It just feels odd.  It’s been interesting lately.  Did I ever mention that I like warm places?  Well, I DO!  Really.  I have to admit, I’m tired of this white lumpy rain.  I would like to go someplace warm.  I can’t right now.  But I would like to.

Well, I hope you enjoyed your visit here today and you are welcome to join me again tomorrow.  Muffin and I hope to see you again and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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