Today is more May than yesterday. For the concert we sat in the sun on the concrete sidewalk. It was in the mid-70’s. The sun beat me down despite the straw hat and the cold water. The concert though was wonderful as was the audience.They hung around and sang along with The Beach Boy songs. Today will stay in the 60’s. It is clear and sunny with a breeze. While my coffee was brewing, I stood outside for a while and watched the dogs. It was pleasant standing there.

I will continue my cleaning frenzy today. The dining room is next. It is better than the living room was. I can’t write a novel in the dust, only a short story.

When I was a kid, I think May was my favorite month. The air was sweet with flowers. The trees were green and full. Some mornings a sweater was enough. We dawdled a bit on the walk to school. In the afternoons we could play outside longer every day. My bike stayed out of the cellar.

I believed pretty much everything my mother told me. She was the explainer. Carrots helped me see in the dark. Beggars can’t be choosers though I had no idea what that meant until I was older, but it did stop me in my tracks as it was meant to. I had this vision of a lump of gum sitting for years in my stomach. Lying not only made my nose grow but it also turned my tongue black. Santa keeps his eyes on you all year long which is sort of creepy if you think about it. Crossing my eyes and sticking out my tongue could be causes of permanent facial deformation. Drinking coffee would stunt my growth. Eating too much chocolate would cause acne. I never went outside with wet hair as I didn’t want to court a cold. I believed that chocolate milk came from brown cows. When I was older, I realized that my mother believed some of these things she told us like not swimming after eating so we wouldn’t get cramps and drown and not sitting close to the TV so we wouldn’t go blind, but others were lies with good intentions.

My dance card has my weekly uke events but the schedule is a bit weird. On Tuesday I have both a concert and my usual practice while on Wednesday I have my lesson and an afternoon concert. I still need a dump run and a few groceries. Life goes on.

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