Tossed

At our little post office, there is a trash bin where people toss the magazines and catalogs they don't care to read. Someone who shall remain nameless likes to poke through the bin and bring home interesting reading materials. You may recall this same person rooting through the trash to conduct his own highly scientific poll of tossed campaign letters during the last local election. Anyway, HWSRN (He Who Shall Remain Nameless) picked up a rejected glossy magazine produced by the Florida League of Cities and later found his own name listed in that publication. This is more than enough proof that most political careers start and end in the dumper.

It's a misty cool day here, a good day to stay tucked inside. My gladiolus have already sprouted over a foot tall. If they don't freeze back I may have gladiola blooms in March instead of May. Everything is turning green and my dogwood has buds.


Dogwood Bud, Feb 7th
See North Florida set for more.

Even though we're having a wet and mild winter, I am more than ready for Spring. Remind me that I wrote this a couple of months from now when I am bitching about the heat.

I'm making comfort food for dinner -- meatloaf, veggies and mashed potatoes. What sort of cocktails does one serve before eating meatloaf? Maybe beer? I think there are a couple of Amberbocks in the back of the fridge. Since I am not much of a beer drinker, I'll probably have a bourbon. Hmmmm. Beer and Bourbon. Isn't that a boilermaker? Euuu. I am not drinking that.