It’s been a long, cold, lonely winter. In my opinion, March came in like a soggy little lamb.Old Man Winter has since elbowed his way in and frosted up my windows again.
I am tired of wearing my bulky winter coat and big boots. It’s no fun while waiting for city buses that don’t show up on time.
I have aches in my body and my tender heart. I have no motivation to do morning stretches. I have to push myself to get on the buses in to the city. Some days I just want to stay home and putter.
I am tired of supporting flakey technology that doesn’t provide consistent results.
I feel inconvenienced. I used to like puzzles and technical challenges.
I feel like an old grump.
On the other hand, I have been embracing my inner child, nurturing and encouraging that shy artist from my awkward adolescence. You can read more at the blog where the Tabby Cat rules.
Thanks for dropping by. Excuse me as I grumble, preparing to take the weekend buses in a quest for new stretchy pants and “stylish” Mom jeans. First world problems…