Sunday...bloody freakin,..

sunday...

[The picture above is a thank you card from June, a family friend whose husband recently passed away. I wrote her a poem which is somewhere in the archives of January and this was her response.]

At this point, it will be less than 4 days and 17 hours until I will be in England. The days are creeping on up, but the anticipation is 10 fold as well! AHH!!

Listening to tunes via Pandora . IF you have not heard of it, I would recommend it. You put in an artist you like and with that, it creates a radio station geared to that genre of music as well as introduces you to different bands, etc that you havent heard of before. Pretty cool.

This weather has been so weird. I mean, granted its february and there should be snow on the ground at this time, but heck, im spoiled and I want more spring-like weather! Too cold for my taste around here, but it doesnt say much when Im heading over to merry ole England and things are much more bitter there along with less snow.

I think the most snow they have had was back in the late 1800s with the little ice age that occurred from about 1400-1500s to the end of the 1800s. Beyond that, it's pretty dry over there. Even the thunderstorms are few and far in between and when it does, it's really weird sounding. I mean, the thunder bounces off the buildings and it sounds as though it is trying to rumble but its more of a booming kinda sound.

I've been dreaming about my kits indirectly. I miss them more than I realize!

Jassen....I LOVE YOU!!!