Need to gripe

Surely, I am not the only one in the world who needs to just gripe about little things. I know they are little things . . . but circling in my head, aiming down to my mouth and threatening to push my teeth out – which I just had cleaned – is a weaselly whine of My sinuses hurts.

It hurts above my left eye and travels down to my nose, which is throbbing on one side. Of course, I do feel a little wimpy because Quentin is going to have to undergo another snout cleansing, as he calls it, because of irregularities in his sinus configuration. He had this done last year, surgery with bone spur removal, and it is back.

Okay, back to my whining.

It is also snowing outside, although we are not supposed to get too much. I have no doubt that this July I will be sitting in really hot, humid air on a mower and whining about the hear and wishing I was back watching snow. Probably, the engine mower will start to whine itself then and I will have to stretch out on the ground beside it and see if something is binding on a belt . . . and hope a garter snake doesn’t crawl up for a sniff.

I may just go in the Foo Bar and toss back a few.

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