Good question. The poet obviously failed to realise that a day in February is, by about 28 to 30. Either way, June days are gone for the year, and for all that it's still raining. The year is now officially half done. Wow. And 2004 just GOT here!
Miss Fran just stopped by and remarked that last week, on the 25th, Christmas was six months away. That means that now we are closer to this coming Christmas than to last Christmas.
Thirteen years ago today we moved into the Bullevard house. (This was the farm in Oregon.) We lived there for seven years, the longest I've ever lived in one place. And I've still not lived more than half my life in one place.
The continued rains have prevented us from mowing the lawn for the last few days. Bummer, huh? Michael pretends to be so disappointed each evening. 'Guess I can't mow tonight after all. Man! I was sure looking forward to it!' This means that it's coming up on three weeks for the back lawn. Nice while it lasts, but the fiddler's bill will have to be paid sooner or later.
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