The rain is loud and heavy. Henry wouldn’t go out further than the deck steps. He kept looking at me soulfully so I let him in figuring he’d know when he needed to go. It wasn’t much later, after his morning snack, that he went without urging. He came back inside soaked.

It will rain on and off all day. The house is dark. I always feel comforted somehow by the darkness and the rain. The house seems to circle around me, keeping me safe. I watched the rain out the front door for a while. It was coming from the north but is just a rainstorm, not a nor’easter.

When I was a kid, I hated getting to school wet. My shoes were the worst. I never had rain boots. My feet sloshed when I walked. My socks got soaked, but I wore them anyway. They dried during the day. Now I wonder why I didn’t pack another pair of socks.

When I was in the fourth grade, my classroom was on the top floor of the old school. The long windows were both behind me and on the right wall away from my desk. I could hear the rain hitting the windows behind me, but I couldn’t see without turning around and looking. When I did, Miss Konapacka would suggest I turn around. The word suggest is tongue in cheek.

I vacuumed yesterday with my new hand vacuum. It did the best job particularly in cleaning the kitty litter off the floor, but when I went in this morning, there was more litter all over the floor. There is a large mat under the box, but I would need a room size one to catch all the litter scattered about by the cats. Jack barely fits in the box. I have a larger one, but the cats won’t use it. I’d make the larger one the only box, but I’m afraid they’ll find a spot outside the box. That would not be a treasure hunt.

My mother always grocery shopped on Friday nights when I was a kid. My father drove her as my mother didn’t have her license back then. We’d help bring in the bags. We’d also hunt for the Oreos. They never lasted long. I still have a fondness for Fig Newtons, another cookie my mother bought. They lasted far longer than the Oreos.

I have one more grocery order to do, for me at the regular supermarket. The animals are all set. Henry’s food came in this morning. The cats’ food arrived the other day. Because I continue to have an empty dance card, I need food to raise my spirits, food like cookies and chips and chocolate, lots of chocolate. It drives away even the dullest mood.

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