Presidents Day

My flowers are all confused.
I see them rearing their heads out of the dirt and then they get snow on them.
It is 76 degrees, then an inch of snow 2 days later.
Then it's 45, then 75. Today is in the 50's and the next two days in the mid 70's.
Weird winter.

I have so enjoyed our cold but snowless winter.
I know now after living here awhile that this will mean a horrific summer.
To me, the definition of a horrific summer is very very hot and humid.
I don't like 90's and 100's and I surely don't like them before August.
But I have a feeling that this summer is going to be brutal.
I am not a fan of humidity and we don't get warm weather without that.

I love spring and fall. It's warm and the humidity is low.
I need to move somewhere like that all the time.
I used to think growing up on Lake Erie that our summers were hot.
I remember thinking August was unbearable. It was in the 80's.
Now that makes me laugh.
When I moved here after living in the pacific northwest I learned you could have 100% humidity and not have rain. I also learned I didn't like it.

Rick came home Saturday with flowers.
He was at Lowes and across the street in a plaza was a florist with a big sign saying spring is in here. He went in and came home with some spring flowers.
I love flowers. I had a friend visit and she is an empty nester and divorced and she had a bit to drink so she spent the night. I put some in her bedroom and she got such a kick out of that. I just think flowers make you happy, don't you?

Today is a holiday, Presidents Day. I imagine the bloated orange guy in office is golfing somewhere celebrating the holiday. Others are out buying sheets and bedding because of all the sales. Don't you wonder how sheets became a sale for Presidents Day? 

Me, I'm working. I find it a bit humorous that we get more calls when people are in their office perusing the internet than when at home. So you know you all are doing more shopping online while at work than when off hours.

This morning we had a young woman call me that has been emailing me. She had to pick up the phone to go over the schedule. She whispered the whole conversation. I had turn up my headset to hear her. I asked if she was at work, she said that she had the day off. I found it so odd. Maybe that is just how she speaks but it certainly sounded like she was trying to whisper.

While going over all the do's and don't I asked if there were any children under a year or any cats. She said no, she lived alone. I go over all that was necessary to discuss, leaving out the kid and cat issues. The whole time I am thinking, why is she whispering if she lives alone? It was the oddest conversation. I imagined a hot hunk was still sleeping in her bed perchance? Or she was just damn weird. The latter is more likely but it was fun to imagine that a hunk-a-hunk-a burning love was nearby naked in bed sleeping. Hey, I need some fun at work too you know.