I'm waiting patiently for my crape myrtle to start up. It must be a later-blooming variety, because pretty much everyone else's crape myrtles are up and running already.
I am going to put in a call to the ear, nose & throat doc that did Isaac's tonsils last summer. My hearing is just getting worse and worse and it's driving me nuts. Nothing sounds normal; everything is enveloped in a loud roar and put through that metallic synthesizer sound I keep coming back to. It's extremely difficult to make it through a Sunday morning service and play the piano when what I am playing and what is being sung is being distorted this badly. GRRRRR!!
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