It’s another gray day. We’ve had pop-up thunderstorms or just regular rain every day for about the last week. Gray days are no fun for me. Gray days mean more pain. Some people say it’s the humidity or the precipitation. I say it’s the change in the barometric pressure. Oh, well. Whatever. So, even though I’m feeling and acting gray, there is a beautiful hummingbird outside my door on the back deck. She flutters between the red hummingbird feeder full of sweet nectar and a couple plants with red flowers. They are so small and graceful. I think I’ll just sit and watch the hummingbird enjoy the gray day. Life isn’t so bad, is it?
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sitting around on a gray day
It’s another gray day. We’ve had pop-up thunderstorms or just regular rain every day for about the last week. Gray days are no fun for me. Gray days mean more pain. Some people say it’s the humidity or the precipitation. I say it’s the change in the barometric pressure. Oh, well. Whatever. So, even though I’m feeling and acting gray, there is a beautiful hummingbird outside my door on the back deck. She flutters between the red hummingbird feeder full of sweet nectar and a couple plants with red flowers. They are so small and graceful. I think I’ll just sit and watch the hummingbird enjoy the gray day. Life isn’t so bad, is it?
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