Such rain this morning, a mighty storm, and with it came the thunder which roared for what seemed like forever. I loved it. The day itself is now so humid I swear you can see it in the air, but there is a small breeze which gives some relief.  I woke up late and felt pretty good. Only my leg is painful. That is partly from the surgery and partly from the PT I had yesterday. The nurse came this morning to check my vital signs. She determined I am alive.

I shopped yesterday and bought two things: something I needed and something frivolous. Today I will shop again. I own myself one more frivolous item. I also need a laundry basket but in no way does anything connected with laundry count.

The roads must be jammed with people looking for something to do. Luckily I get to stay home. I don’t need a single thing. I did my Peapod order and it will be delivered tomorrow so I’ll be good for days, even weeks. This is like my own fallout shelter but with open windows, my computer and TV.

Rainy days never made much of a difference when we were kids. The playground was closed, but there was still so much we could do. I loved bike riding in the rain and loved riding as fast as I could through puddles. I used to lift my feet off the pedals as I hydroplaned through the water.  The bigger the wake, the more fun it was.

Reading is about the best way to spend a rainy day. Needing a daytime light makes it all seem cozy. I always loved being by myself to read. I’d usually stay in my room and lie in bed, over the covers, on my stomach. I could read all day with only a lunch stop for a sandwich and a glass of milk, okay maybe an Oreo or two to finish.

The music wil be quite late today so you’ll just have to come by again. I’m going to see the new Star Trek and my choices are 11:55 or 7:15 tonight so I’m leaving in a few minutes. Please do drop by later!

My house was chilly this morning as I had left windows opened all night. It’s a beautiful day, sunny and warmer than my house. While the coffee was brewing, I stood outside a while overseeing my vast estate. Gracie has dug a few more holes. She unearthed a huge Schlitz can. That one amazes me as I don’t drink beer, and I don’t know anyone who drinks Schlitz. I guess Gracie found herself a treasure.

I had a delightful Mother’s Day. My friend Tony invited his wife and me to dinner. The table was set so beautifully and beside each plate was a box of chocolates. We started with shrimp cocktail. The entrée was pork, mashed potatoes and salad. I love mashed potatoes, and his were scrumptious. Dessert was a lime chiffon pie made by Tony. The cosmos were delicious. After dinner we played Phase 10 and Sorry. Clare won Phase 10, and I won both games of Sorry. The crowd went wild!

Today feels like a workday Monday. I was tired when I woke up, and I had to drag myself downstairs. I actually could go back to bed for a nap. I wish I were one of my cats as both of them are now having their morning naps. Gracie too is asleep but in her crate.

I remember learning to ride my bike without using my hands. I’d stick my arms out for balance, and I could ride for a long time without needing to use the handlebars as long as it was a straightway. Turning corners was far more difficult. I had to learn to lean my body to get the bike to turn left or right, but I was never really great at it. Usually I had to grab the handlebars quickly or fall over. In my mind’s eye, though, I can still see myself, proud as anything, riding without touching the handlebars. I wanted everyone to notice. If I had known the word smug back then, it would have perfectly described me.

My brother played farm team little league baseball. Those teams didn’t get uniforms but got t-shirts and hats. They played at school fields, not the little league park. My brother’s team played at the East School. I used to go his practices because his coach would let me play. I played first base or third as I was quick with the glove and could throw from third to first. I could also hit. I remember hitting a double and sliding into second. It was a thrill for me, the sliding. I felt like a big leaguer. I think it is the only time I ever slid into a base, even when I played softball.

My pants were filthy after that slide, but I thought them worthy of being framed, but they weren’t. My mother threw them into the mashing machine and all evidence of my triumph disappeared in the soapy water.

Tunes will be late today!!

The music will come later as I didn’t have time to post the songs this morning!