When I woke up, the sun was shining and the sky was a deep blue, but my Alexa predicted rain. I was skeptical. Now, the sky is mostly cloudy, and the sun is in and out. The wind has begun to blow. The rain will come tonight. 

Since the car’s tragic ending, I haven’t done much. I did go to uke practice as my friend Holly picked me up, and I went to the Friday concert, again picked up by a friend. I am tired of being homebound after two weeks so I’m hoping to get my rental tomorrow. I just need a ride to Hyannis. Now, where is that bike tire pump?

When I was a kid, my bike never got a flat tire, but sometimes the chain slipped off the sprocket. When it did, my pedals spun, my feet slipped, and I’d hit the bike bars. I’d get off my bike fix it. It sometimes took a while. My hands would get all greasy. I’d shout in triumph if I got the chain back on. A few times, though, I had to walk my bike home with the chain dragging. It always seemed a long way.

My father loved fried Spam sandwiches. My sister still likes Spam. I never have, but I did love fried bologna sandwiches. My mother bought bologna in a roll. I’d cut it into slices. Some of the slices were thin while others were thick on one side and thin on the other. I didn’t mind. I always used yellow mustard. I remember the thick bologna would sometimes make a hole in the center of the sandwich causing it to sort of collapse. It was an ugly sandwich, still tasted all right though.

Henry is moldy. The fur on his haunches is shedding in clumps. I can see his lighter fur underneath his winter fur coat. He hates me to scratch his fur and hates even more being brushed. Henry has strong dislikes.

When I was in grammar school, I walked the tracks, usually the same set of tracks. I’d jump over the double oo ties so I wouldn’t break my mother’s back. The end of those tracks was at a turnabout. I remember a train car was on one side track standing by itself, on the track across from the box factory and near to the brick railroad station. I never found the other end of the tracks though I walked a long distance. I followed those tracks passed a corner store, the station master’s house and further on, until I lost sight of any houses then I’d turn back. I am still curious as to where those tracks ended.

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