Me. At least when attempting to fly a kite. It’s an absolutely beautiful day out there. 80 degrees, sunny, breezy.
Until I hoist my kite into the air, that is. Then the wind teases me. Taunts me. “No! You will not fly your silly kites today.” I can almost hear the chuckling.
I’d have posted pictures, but I forgot the good camera, which is just as well, I suppose. Kites don’t look exciting when they are sitting on the ground.
Maybe tomorrow. With pictures.