I only drink when I'm sad.

And I'm sad most of the time. Oh well. I'll get over it someday.

Got a job at the greenhouse at school. It's fun and my bosses are, too. I'm allowed to plant tons of my own stuff, as long as I share them with the school. No problem!

Hatin' the math, and the continued cold. Still missing Rocco.

Love the hort classes and my job, though.

Still Cold in the Chi-Town area...

BUT, and this is a big but...the male red-winged blackbirds showed up at my bird feeders last weekend, pooo-weeeeeeeeee-ing at each other. They're still here...haven't given up yet. The sandhill cranes are back, too. And Robins.

The crocus, hyacinths and narcissus are up about 3 inches, the native plants are much smarter...they're waiting.

Chipping sparrows are back this weekend, as are the house finches. Male cardinals singing, BUT...still really cold here.

Still missing O'Crocco. Or Rocco, whichever you prefer. He was my study buddy. I miss kissing him on the top of his head.

And it's still cold and hard. And so am I. Some day I will defrost.

Cold, cold, cold. I am tired of cold.

But, I guess next week it'll be in the 50's, so maybe Spring will finally spring. This winter has been a normal winter, LOL! Lots of cold, lots of snow. It's how winters used to be.

I loved the snow, actually. It's the bitter cold I hate. I love a big snowstorm. I missed a good one when I was in FL a few weeks ago. The reason for all the snow, according to weather geeks, was a strong La Nina that's supposed to persist, which means we're in for a hot, dry summer.

Had to have dear old Rocco put down on Feb. 16th. I miss the old coot. He was 17 or 18, he got a bladder blockage, and just gave up. I had to let him go. He was very purr-y and bitey. He would sit with me whilst I did my homework. The lady who gave him to me, his owner of 12 years, passed away a few months ago. I hope they're together now. It was priveledge to have had Rocco since 6/06. Elaine was a member of the Red-Hat Society, a tenor in a female barbershop quartet, my smoking buddy at Northwestern, and a hoot. After she retired to SC, I talked to her frequently.

Winter kills.