Yes, that’s right. I’m singing. I promised you I wouldn’t whine about the heat anymore and I’m not – because it’s gone!!!!
Whoever it was who first said “What a difference a day makes” had it right on the money. Yesterday it was muggy and HOT (over 90 inside the house!). Today it’s dry and in the mid 70’s. There’s a wonderful west wind blowing refreshing air through my house and making the Bali wind chimes on my back porch play delightful music. The birds are out in force today, after hiding away and conserving energy in the heat wave. My little hummingbird friends have finally figured out the new feeder I put out for them and have visited several times already this morning to sip on the fresh nectar I put out this morning.
I can hear the sound of lawn mowers throughout the neighborhood as the retired folks venture out to do their yard work again. My son will be mowing our lawn later, after he picks up his car from the repair shop. Even I have been getting things done this morning.
You read that I – the girl who has been whining and wilting for the past four days is in high energy mode. It’s something uncommon because of the fibromyalgia, so I try to make the best use of it that I can. I sometimes wonder how my fibromyalgia would be if I could find somewhere in the world that had weather like this all the time. Would it make a difference? Or is it a coincidence that I feel so good when the weather is like this?
I’ve used the morning to accomplish a few chores that have been ignored for the past few days – had the dishes washed by 8 AM, including the hummingbird feeder. Refilled that feeder and was rewarded almost immediately. I even made a fresh jug of nectar, so I can keep putting fresh nectar out every few days – they really won’t take it if it’s been out in the heat more than a couple of days.
I turned off the air conditioner in the bedroom and opened all the windows in the house. I tidied up and fixed our computer printer, which has been a problem for the past few days. That accomplishment will please my husband, I’m sure. He had to e-mail some documents to himself at work so he could print them because our computer didn’t think we had a printer attached to it. I fed the cat, who is happy to be out on the porch enjoying the breezes.
Don’t ever think cats aren’t smart. They are – just not always about what you want them to be smart. The only room that has an air conditioner in the house is my bedroom. The door is kept closed when it’s on, of course. During the heat wave the past 4 days, the cat realized that he could be far more comfortable in there than he would be anywhere else. (I can’t imagine enduring that heat with a fur coat on!). So whenever he got to hot, he would sit outside the door and cry to be let in. He’s usually the strong, silent type – not a big talker. It was obvious he was asking us to open the door for him. Good thing for him, we understand “cat language.”
It is far too nice today to sit here at the computer, even though I love your company. So I’m going to take a book and go outside to the screen room to relax. I’ll try to read, but I may end up watching the birds and listening to the sounds of the neighborhood again.
This is the kind of day that brings a feeling of deep inner peace. I may just sit there and enjoy it.