A spring day in sunny St. Petersburg, Florida.

Go to my childhood home to let the little wee dog out. Buffy.

Walk dog (Jazzi)the nine blocks from my childhood home to the bay, admiring the old homes and shrubs along the way. Sit on a bench in the breeze and take in the sights. The sights were a family (three generations of girls) picnicking on the park, tourists pedaling a carriage down the sidewalk, pretty houses across the water. Walk back is HOT.

Go home and admire my own house, even though Marjorie Stonicker lives there.

Make raisin bran cereal muffins. As I was filling the last of the muffin cups, it hit me that I had completely forgotten to add the sugar to the batter, in spite of comparing two recipes and noting that one used sugar and the other molasses (I was leaning toward molasses since I have some). Well, all the muffins went in a brown paper bag with a note saying, Eat with honey or be sorry.

Ate three muffins with honey. Was not sorry.

Oh yes, and the house smelled like a bar-b-q again from firing up the oven to 400* for the muffins. Really, two days in a row making cooking mistakes. Bermuda is calling.

Laundry.

Go back to my childhood home to let the wee dog out again. Buffy.

Come home and am forced to take a nap, due to sheer heat exhaustion and killer smoke fumes.

Go visit my old-time Florida friends from church, like I do every Thursday evening, then on to choir practice. Receive free kumquats.

Come home and eat lots of free kumquats from someone's back yard, they are just delicious. Catch up on Mystery Monkey. He also enjoyed a sunny spring day in St. Petersburg, Floriday (I ALWAYS type my state with "y" on the end, totally inadvertently, so I'm just giving up and leaving it). I'm sure Mystery Monkey also enjoys free kumquats along with the free tangerines, grapefruit, etc.

More days should be like sunny spring days in St. Petersburg, Floriday. It gives one a sense of peace, a feeling that this kind of quiet gentle waterfront life beats the modern day running hither and yon 'til you're half crazed. At least for my Type, which is not Type A. Wonder what Type I am. I used to be Type A, but I changed.

Okay, that was a meek and mild blogette to go with my meek and mild day. Maybe I'll do it all again tomorrow, with a few improvements like adding molasses at the appropriate time to the batter, which would definitely give some color to the muffins. They turned out pale.

This day is going to finish up with a glass of chocolate milk. I want to take in a foster child, although most days I seem to need some kind of fostering myself. Maybe one day . . .

I realize I typed this up using all kinds of different tenses. My editor can worry about it.

Floriday KEM (Mike actually has a relative named Floriday, but probably spelled differently.)