From The EastWing, Winter Woes And Loving Winter, Global Warming And Crazier, A real Winter Coming On, Early Growing Of The Orange Trees Just Growing Like A Weed, The Sophia Diary

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

With all the cussing, crying and the slinging of snot during the last three weeks, you’d think this is the worst winter since the last ice age. Sure it got cold. Sure it snowed. Sure it stayed cold. Sure it was colder than the last few winters. DUH !! It’s the winter time. We string together three mild winters in a row and the whole world points to those winters and say “Yep, Global Warming sure as hell, no question about it. It’s Global Warming, and we’re all doomed”.

Some of the global warming nuts even went as far as predicting  that we would soon never again see temperature below freezing due to the global warming. I even read where one of those predictors of doom stated that within five years, snow would not fall south of Canada.

Then along comes the winter of 2014. A cold weather pattern from the north engulfs much of North America. It’s called a Polar Vortex. The weather people used that term “Polar Vortex” like they just invented winter all over again. Then It snowed in North Florida.  The Weather Chanel Headquarters in Atlanta GA observed from their windows, for the very first time ever, traffic gridlock due to snow on the streets of Atlanta. Less than 3” of snow froze Atlanta GA in place. Savannah GA had not seen ice or snow for the last 25 winters. That record ended this winter.

The important thing to remember, and Savannah GA is a good example. No snow for 25 years. Which means they did have snow before, so snow this winter is nothing new to the lovely city by the sea. It snowed in Savannah before, and will do so again, someday in the future Savannah will get more snow. Oh, and by the way, if you’ve never been to Savannah, ya need to go. Such a pretty. I love Savannah, and recommend it to anyone wanting to experience “Gone With The Wind” charm in real time. Atlanta, not so much so, Savannah is the place. The very best parts of the old South are still alive in Savannah. I love Savannah, GA.

It’s been some 40 days since this winter thing started by the calendar, back in December. By now everybody’s noticed that the days are getting noticeably longer. One other thing that’s happening is the 2014 growing season has officially kick started. Yep, sure as shooting the growing season if off to a rousing start.

Of course not the outside growing season, but the inside growing season is off and running. At the EastWing it’s most noticeable in two places, my Orange Tree and potatoes in the bin.  As many of my friends remember, my efforts to free the EastWing of dependency on foreign Orange Juice ran amuck when the She, in her efforts to assist the project, killed the orange grove with “Miracle Grow”. Guess there is such as “too much of a good thing”.

It was after the disaster in the EastWing Orange Grove that I started another seed. It was from that meager effort I’ve produced a single Orange Tree. Call my orange tree OJ. No, no not that OJ. A real OJ. But I must admit my OJ is a real killer to look at. Pun intended. The little seed grew into a small tree in one year. From seed to 14” tree in one growing season here in Northern Indiana’s not too bad even for an OJ Tree.

And then last December 23rd we opened up the sunshine by   extending the length of days. And the little OJ Tree shifted into the terrible twos. In this short time, the little OJ Tree has grown up 6” and three lateral branches in excess of 12”. “Growing like a weed” is an expression I used to hear adult hillbillies say when, I was a kid, as they were talking about growing babies. Guess in a way my OJ Tree is kinda hillbilly. After all the EastWing is stone cold hillbilly, so guess that makes my little OJ Tree kinda “growing like a weed”.

Before I get lynched for not talking about beautiful Sophia The Calico Conservative Republican Cat for some time, I’m gona, starting right now. The other day when I went into the girl room, the bedroom of Sophia. Laying there on the night stand, right beside her autographed picture of Herbert Hoover,  I found a little book lying face down. Turned it over and on the front cover, the words  “The Sophia Diary”

Dear Diary,

I’m writing in this Dumb Diary for two reasons, the first reason is that I don’t want someone to think I don’t like this stupid Christmas Present, this diary. The second reason is I want to document for the official record my treatment at this place, in the event it is necessary for future explanations of my actions, should such actions become necessary to explain their justifications.

I hate Spike.

Sophia

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Dear Diary,

I went outside today, hissed at the deck cats, then peed in the snow. Came right back in the house, hissed at Spike and went up to my room.  It’s no fun to pee in the snow in the winter time.

I hate Spike.

Sophia

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Dear Diary,

I have two humans, a big ugly bald human and a little girl human. The big ugly bald human thinks he’s my boss. He is not my boss. I do not have a boss. I am the boss. The little girl human does not try to boss me around, she leaves me alone.

I hate Spike.

Sophia

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Dear Diary,

At night I sleep on the pillow of the ugly bald human with my whiskers touching his cheek. Sleeping this way allows me to always know where the ugly bald human is at all times. An old saying in the cat world goes something like this, “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” I believe in that saying, and so  I keep that ugly bald human closer.

I hate Spike.

Sophia

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Dear Diary,

The ugly bald human has two Beagle dogs. They wanted to play with me. No! Thank You Very Much Beagles! I hissed at ‘em and ran to my room and got up on top of the door and sat there for a while. I’m the only one in this whole house that can sit on top of a door. Even Spike can’t sit on top of the door. Spike’s too fat. I hate Spike. Damn fat Spike.

 

Spike plays with the Beagles. Maybe they will gang up and kill Spike someday. I hope so, ‘case I hate Spike.

Sophia.

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 Dear Diary,

Pit Bull Bentley is my friend. We had a long talk today. I told Bentley that I was in charge and sometimes I would have to tell him what to do. Bentley said ok. Bentley is my friend.

 If that damn Spike sneaks up on me just one more time, I’m gona start carrying a gun. I hate Spike.

Sophia

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Then before I was caught reading Sophia’s diary, I closed the book, turned it face down on her night stand and walked away wondering who was the ugly bald human Sophia was talking about.

Stay safe in Afghanistan.

From The EastWing, Winter Woes And Loving Winter, Global Warming And Crazier, A real Winter Coming On, Early Growing Of The Orange Trees  Just Growing Like A Weed, The Sophia Diary

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay