Spring Fever

I so totally have Spring fever.

Last weekend it was nearly ninety degrees. We went swimming, fishing, and ate barbequed chicken accompanied by macaroni salad and chili. Me and the grandkids sat in the swing on my deck and sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Then we had cake and ice cream for my son's birthday.

I didn't check my e-mail, or blog, or even write. I didn't think about Facebook, LinkedIn, or Twitter. I just reveled in being a grandmother and having the little ones around me. We played countless games of Rummy, Go Fish, and Crazy Eights, though I admit to not remembering the rules of Crazy Eights. In any case, we, ah, I, made it work. (heh heh)

I had a bit of trouble with Crohn's disease, but not enough to ruin my weekend. Except for the part when I had to leave the multitude of garage sales and run home. If you read my blog from last week, you'll know that I LOVE Lake Wildwood's Annual Garage Sale weekend. (Our homeowners association does not permit garage sales the rest of the year.)

You never know what you're going to find. I bought two oil paintings, a signed lithograph, and some candles. For the grandkids, I bought Pokemon cards and guy guys. Those little Pokemon creatures my little Dylan refers to as guy guys. Now, there had to be over one hundred in the bag and Joshua, my eleven year-old, could name every one. I know because I had to listen to him recite their names. How's that for memorization. For my Katelynn it was a purse, white leather and trimmed in pink. For the youngest, my toe dancer Allie, it was a pink and black snake, and a beautiful American Girl doll with the same curls Allie has.

After my Crohn's attack and the garage sale, we headed home to bask in the sun. I couldn't utilize my phone as much as I wanted, because I had to capture who caught the bigger fish. My son, Dennis, or my other son, Ryan.

This weekend, Ryan won.

On the following day, the weather changed. Now, it's about fifty degrees and raining. My Spring fever has been cured by a walloping cloud burst. Branches are blown from the trees with sweet young leaves abounding, making my deer happy with a feast beyond their expectations. They say it will be eighty again by the weekend. Go figure. Mother Nature is in need of some Prozac.

This week's read is Interrupt, by Jeff Carlson. It's an Advanced Readers Copy and the book I have doesn't have the finished cover. I went cruising Amazon and found it. The eye is really disturbing. So far, the book is entirely enjoyable, even if the characters are a little shallow. I love apocalyptic novels and I can see this weekend coming up as one spent on the beach with a damn good book.

Now, back to work.

Happy reading!

(((hugs)))

Louann

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