Is it just me or have the summer blahs struck earlier than usual this year? Right now this blog seems a fair representation of my life...yawn-inducing.
Debby flirted with us then turned her back and headed east, leaving us without so much as a drop of rain. Apparently she was saving it all for the rest of the state because they're inundated. She did make for some dramatic pictures of the surf at the beach, however.
And I took advantage of the cloud cover and hefty breezes associated with the storm to work in the flower bed on Sunday. Good thing as this week's forecast for upper 90's makes it unlikely I'll be out there again for a while. Throw in our good ol' Florida humidity and the heat index with rival all my family members who are enduring temps over 100 degrees. Now if I could just figure out how to get the yard mowed without having to leave the house....
One other chore I managed to complete outside was replacing one of the sprinkler heads. The rule held true: No home repair project can be done with just one trip to the home improvement store. In this case it was two. In my defense, however, they've quit selling the sprinkler head we've always bought so I was thrown by the new options.
The main topic of research and conversation in our house of late is the merits/drawbacks of annuities and long term care policies. Yes, indeedy...life is sure exciting here but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Or at least evaluate it.
We're suffering from a case of vacation-envy. Our friends Hiram and Bonnie are about to head west, stopping at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon and several of the National Parks in Utah. While it's been fun to help them plan and listen to their excitement, it makes us wish we were going too. We even dug out of the scrapbook of our first big trip there in 2001. It was fun to re-live those memories. And if someone could tell me where my creativity is hiding, I might make a few layouts of some other trips we've enjoyed since no new ones are on the immediate horizon.
Yes, the blahs have struck. I think I need a marching band, a squad of cheerleaders or a Model-T full of clowns, complete with horns and water-spraying fake flowers, to come in and create a little excitement around here. Heck, it just might take all three.