
It is colder than a fart in a dead eskimo here at the Curious House. Okay, it is 58 degrees right now, it is damp and the wind is blowing, therefore the simile about the fart. We did not walk this morning, even though it was not raining, it was supposed to be raining. And, there was lightning, so nope, not gonna do it. I made use of the time I did not spend walking by doing a couple things around the Curious House, and thenwent down for a quick nap. After that, it did start raining a little bit, so I went and picked up Marian, and we hit three underwhelming estate sales. Even though they were underwhelming, I managed to spend about $30. The best buy was a(nother) clock, at 75% off. It was a pretty good spend of $20, it works, keeps good time, so I am happy. While we were out, we also stopped at the Sun City plant sale, and Marian bought three plants. I bought no plants, because I have no dirt. We have about three inches (that is being generous) of dirt here before you hit limestone, so I prefer seeds to make little things grow, or planters. The morning glories are doing nicely this year, and it is all nature, no nurture. I have done nothing to encourage them this year, but they are doing really well. We fear it is going to be extra hot this summer, and they don't care for that at all. Overnight, we are getting down to the 40s, and the wind chill when we walk will be in the 30s. Dammit. Those temps will likely only last three or four days, just long enough for us to start complaining about it. There will be plenty of time to complain about the heat, so have a seat and just try not to pay too much attention.