This year I was preoccupied with the idea of the first good day.
I thought it was last week. That was the first day you could sip coffee with a sweater then creep out to pounce on a sunbeam, maybe even take your shirt off to enjoy a bit of the warmth.
Today though? Today was actually the first good day. The sort of good sunny day no Californian has ever gotten to enjoy. Usually this sorta day doesn’t come until May I don’t think, and we’re not even half way into April. Does that mean we’ve got a scorcher coming?
Best to ask the old aunt in Cujo, she’s supposed to know. I myself do not, though it’s hotter now than it was, today and this year.
I thought it was last week. That was the first day you could sip coffee with a sweater then creep out to pounce on a sunbeam, maybe even take your shirt off to enjoy a bit of the warmth.
Today though? Today was actually the first good day. The sort of good sunny day no Californian has ever gotten to enjoy. Usually this sorta day doesn’t come until May I don’t think, and we’re not even half way into April. Does that mean we’ve got a scorcher coming?
Best to ask the old aunt in Cujo, she’s supposed to know. I myself do not, though it’s hotter now than it was, today and this year.
Instead of basking in the sun reading a book, or going on a bike ride, or finding my way to the first creemee of the year, I dug out the cap of my septic tank. I’ve been meaning to do this for a few months, since we learned the pump in there was going haywire and doing its sometimes job day and night instead of when the water got high.
The romance of home ownership never ceases. I even got to take a trip down to the hardware store when my spade snapped on a gruff bit of vegetation.
It didn’t smell in there, though.
Must be because we eat good.