Oh Well This spring and summer has been cooler and wetter than usual. Folks are complaining that it’s too cold for the pool and always raining. Rainy days and Mondays isn’t as comforting as Sunshine on my Shoulders. Oh well, one can’t control the weather. I made my own baskets of flowers for the yard this year. Wave petunias, pretty little flowers whose names elude me, and sweet potato vines – well, the petunias look sickly, and the mystery flowers aren’t growing, but the sweet potato vines are burgeoning into the siding of the house and trailing off the deck. Oh well, one can’t control how a plant grows. Sometimes I am a sounding board for those who are angry, discontented, and unhappy in their relationships or in life. Sometimes I know what to say. Sometimes I just listen. I tell myself it le...