Cool 90's

Okay, I'm not talking about the decade. I'm dancing & chortling with joy because the heat wave is done! Finito! Yahoo...my birds were back this morning at 6am to drink deliciously from the feeders. The dachshund was jumping acrobatically from the bed to the crate to the bench to her way too cute prairie dog beg. And, praise God, my Delta breezes were back last night. The paper today has headlined the death and destruction to our county and it's agriculture due to this horrendous heat wave. It's been devasting. The wine grapes have decreased in number. The quality, however, has not been affected. Phew, I will now be able to sip a '06 Zin or Syrah with confidence.

As I perused the paper, I did notice that our little town is really gearing up to celebrate its centennial. I enjoy history very much and reading about local history and hearing about it from those who lived it is so much fun. One of my most favorite people of this tiny burb tells the history of our town with a sense of humor, detail, and style, that is hysterical. If you know my oldest who has become a Lonestar State citizen, ask him to relate "Vera" stories. With her German accent, no nonsense approach, and ready recall, Vera would entertain us for hours. I can't wait to verify the paper's version with Vera's eyewitness account.

I am choosing to be happy today, even though my Delta red-winged black birds are now endangered, so says the paper. I am choosing to chortle with joy, in spite of the fact the teenager is pressing every button possible and being as surly and sullen and badgering mean as possible. I am choosing to be happy because it's in the 90's and my pups are happy, my birds are happy, and I get to ring a silly little bell in front of a red kettle today for the Salvation Army's "Christmas in July". So....Throw it at me, teenager and The Mister, and the paper, I choose happy. Love and Kisses all!