spring is all abound in nc. as poop beetle noted, the bradford pear trees are in full bloom. and in full stink. i don't know if it's some sort of natural defense mechanism but those trees stink to high heaven. it's this pungent, sour, icky smell. yuuuuck. the magnolias and dogwoods and cherry trees are bloomin' too. it's real purdy around here.
we have a small window of time before it get to be 100 degrees with 100% humidity so i have been trying to spend as much time outside as possible which means out on our porch that i've set up to look like the porch of a nice cabin complete with twinkly lights and kennedy rockers. i mostly just spy on our neighbors which is fun and interesting. i don't have to energy to go into it at this time but the police have been to our complex TWICE this past weekend (no, i wasn't the one that called them). all hell is breaking loose, i can tell you that much.
i've been trying to limit my t.v viewing of the war. just checking in from time to time and getting all my facts straight. i get a little settled in my heart as the days progress since it's one more day closer to this being over but i dread the troops reaching baghdad. argh.
one thing that has NOT helped my soul is the rental of the entire first season of "six feet under". i don't know if i'll rent the second season when it's out but i at least had to finish all 13 episode of the first. it's.....interesting. funny and kooky and sad. the mother has got to the the most annoying character i've come across in awhile. she's only 56 and she's this old fuddy duddy biddy who somehow manages to be shocked at her son being gay but has no qualms with having affairs. oy vey. anyway, suffice to say, a marathon of episodes about death and dying and life being too short is NOT the best medicine.
i thought some retail therapy would help and it did a little bit. but, let me ask you this: when is someone going to design a dressing room with some natural lighting and mirrors that weren't bought second-hand from a funhouse? and really, women that wear sizes 00 - 5 (i saw pants that were really a size "00") and x-small should really be buying their clothes in a separate store or something. i'm sorry but that's how i feel. i don't want your size 00 germs touching my size 10-12 germs.
now, if that's not grumpy i don't know what is.
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