I’m going to run down the street screaming. Today is cloudy, raw and cold. Rain is predicted. I hate it. I need sun. Even a bit of sun will be enough.

Of late, my life has been quiet. I don’t go out much. I even need a dump run as my car is filled with trash and such. I just keep piling bags of trash in my trunk, bags of papers and magazines on the front seat and cardboard boxes in the back. My choices are to go today because the dump is closed the next two days, wait until Wednesday or call Skip, my factotum, for a dump run. I’m leaning toward the Skip call.

The keyboard on my Mac was replaced a couple of years back because some letters had stopped working. I remember well the demise of my beloved H. The computer was under warranty then as I had bought additional warranty so it didn’t cost me for a new keyboard. Well, it’s happened again. The c needs special handling as does the comma. I curse.

Today is yard clean-up. My vacant lot, think metaphor, is strewn with pieces of fabric from a once proud snowman, actually my favorite, now a mere shred of itself, pieces of paper plates and paper towels and who knows what else. Nala has favorites to tear into pieces, but she’ll steal just about anything.

I have a few things to glue, things with pieces needing mending. I have a couple of great kinds of glue. They are quick to dry and most things stick. Every time I use this wondrous glue, I remember the glue I used when I was a kid. The first kind I remember is LePage’s in the bottle with a rubber top which you had to slit. If you didn’t use it for a while, bits of dried glue covered the slit. Sometimes it leaked onto my fingers. Elmer’s was next. I was bad at Elmer’s. It used to come out in globs. Sometimes it globbed onto my fingers. I remember Crazy Glue and the guy in the hard hat hanging from the iron rafter, presumably up high. I skipped Crazy Glue. My fingers were safe. Next, I jumped onto the Super Glue bandwagon. It was sold in small tubes. Sometimes a couple of my fingers got glued together. It was some time later when Gorilla Glue came into my life. I had it in a bottle, and I had a tube of it. The plastic bottle is my go to glue. I use it all the time. I just read there is a Gorilla Glue Spray. Be still my heart.

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