What's up with Whatsit

Mother's Day

Mother's Day was yesterday. I got a Hibiscus tree, which was a request. Oddly enough the local grocery store has them and they were so beautiful I wanted one. I also got a book I requested. If I don't go around for a week or so before any present-giving occasion being obvious about what I would like, I will wind up with aloe-infused socks. Not sure what my husband's obsession is with them. I love funky socks, but not the aloe-infused ones. I don't usually do this - usually I accept anything I am given with great thanks - but I flat-out told him that if he gave me any more aloe-infused socks it would be a problem. Dern.

This is evidently the year for the cicadas. They show up every thirteen years. They love our neighborhood for some reason. When I go out my front door I can hear them singing all up and down the street. It's a little spooky and kind of pretty too. The frustrating part is that they like the front of my house to the point that we had to get a special attachment for the water hose to wash them all away. I love doing this. Getting rid of the cicadas works out all my bad feelings for the day.

I heard on the news that it is supposed to thunderstorm and after going outside I believe it. It is clouded up to beat the band. It has rained all spring but we have had a sunny couple of weeks. Ah well, it can rain on my hibiscus tree as well as wash the cicadas away as well as give me an excuse to read my new book. As if I ever needed an excuse . . .

" . . .my doctor says I have a malformed public duty gland and
a natural deficiency in moral fiber . . ." Douglas Adams