We actually caught a glimpse of the sun this morning. It was a fleeting glimpse but still heartening.  It seemed a perfect day to get out and clean my deck for about the tenth time, but clouds have appeared   so I’ll wait a bit hoping for a return of the sun. Last week I bought a new pump for my fountain. I couldn’t connect it because I needed new tubing so I went to the hardware store, one of my least favorite shopping spots, and bought some. Now I can’t find where I put the pump. I have checked the usual spots and come up empty. I hate getting older.

The bird feeders need filling so that’s a good task for today. I saw a cardinal pair the other day, and I’d like to keep them around so I’ll bring out the seed and get busy.

A fly is buzzing around me and the house. I hate flies. I like to whack them with rolled up newspapers. Fern also likes to catch them, but she is sleeping on the couch and has no interest in any activities. When I was a kid, we had a Woolworth’s turtle which lived for years in a lagoon on the kitchen counter. The lagoon was plastic and had a resting spot in the middle with a tiny fake palm tree. That turtle loved live flies so we’d stun them and put them in the water, and the turtle would go right after them and scoff them down. We’d always watch. When the turtle went to his reward, we buried him in the small grove of trees just below the last duplex on the street. We used a metal box to put him in. On that spot where the trees were is now apartments for the elderly, a place my father always called wrinkle city.  I’d like to think the turtle’s tin survived and is still buried somewhere under the grass.

I will make a concerted effort to find that pump because I know if I buy another, I’ll find the first. I consider that one of Murphy’s Laws because it happens to me all the time.