Day of Whine and Roses

I was cold most of the day yesterday which is never a happy state for me. I drank both coffee and tea. I had a jacket on over my v-neck sweater for part of the day.

It was in the mid 40s when I left home and it got up to a stingy 61 degrees. Even in the sun, it wasn't that warm. Today isn't look much warmer. Tomorrow and Monday --70! Yay!

So I was uncharacteristically whiny yesterday. It was a good thing that my group activities were very limited or my co-workers might have found out just how much of a pain in the ass I really can be. Achy and cold, and grumpy as a result. Whine. Whine. Whine.

I was none too pleased then when the mother called later in the afternoon. I could tell from the tone of her voice that something was up, and that I probably wasn't going to like it. "I just went out to get the mail," she began. My brain immediately started trying to process what could have come in the mail to prompt this call. She hesitated. Oh man. I am SO not going to like this.

"Well, there was this bunch of flowers sticking out of the mailbox, it's roses and some other kind of flower all mixed in, and there are one, two, three, four," she trailed off, still counting,

Wait. What?! Flowers. Again? Well, it is Friday. That was two weeks ago. The Flower Man returneth. Having processed that bit of information, my brain returned to the mother's voice. She was just wrapping up the rose count.

"There's no card, but I think we know who they're from. Oh, wait. Here's one. I won't open it though. It's personal."

Uh, mom. I don't know this guy. How personal could it be for Chrissakes? Open the card.

Again, she had trouble deciphering. But she managed to make out that he was “elated” to “receive my correspondence.” (He’s proper and has a vocabulary. I’ll give him that. Bonus points for Hallmark a second time.) He said something about “most definitely” calling at a later time as I had … who knows? Mom couldn’t read it. I can't either. I think it says "as you have indicated." He apparently read what I wrote and is honoring my request. Reasonable guy.

So, he's still out there. Stay tuned.

Right now, I am going to crawl up on the carport and caulk the cupola. It's not quite 50 degrees so I'm biding my time ... a little. That way, it will be ready for me to paint tomorrow. Then, it's back inside for a quick shower and clothing change.

The MonkeyGirl will be here in 90 minutes or so. We're going to Croptoberfest for a day of scrapbooking. YAY! And then, tonight is our high school alumni trivia night. Four of the eight including me will be there. All except me with spouses in tow. A fifth one was coming and was going to be my "date" but canceled mid-week, (Her kid has homecoming tonight.)

Maybe I should have invited the Flower Man. If he could survive a night with my friends (who would be scrutinizing left and right, watching for my best interest all the while) and it might be a fun test of his mental might. Pass this test, pal, and maybe you might be worth it.

No. Even I'm not that mean. I wouldn't put anyone on the spot like that. Besides, I don't want to be distracted by anything that would require that much attention. I want to have FUN!

So, here I go ...