Weather: the same as the last two days, but I think I saw the sun for about a minute though it might have been an illusion, sort of like seeing water in the dessert.

Today is my gripe day. Three straight days of rain tend to sour my mood, and everything starts to bother me. Yesterday I went shopping for a few things. The aisle pigs were at their worst. Carriages were parked in the middle while the shoppers checked out the shelves. I couldn’t go left and I couldn’t go right around the carts. I said, “Excuse me,” so many times I lost count. Most people said sorry and moved their carts, but in the next aisle there they were, the same aisle pigs, blocking any sort of forward movement. The worst were the abandoned carts sitting in the middle of the aisles while their owners explored other aisles looking for forgotten items. I wanted to hide the carts, but I didn’t. Getting caught would have been embarrassing though I could have pulled the I thought it was an abandoned cart card.

We have a bike path which is used by the world. Some are walkers or runners, others are carriage pushers, many walk their dogs and a few ride bikes. I have noticed that serious bike riders, the ones dressed for the Tour de France with their clingy shorts, never use the bike path. They must think it for the training wheel crowd. Instead, they make cars go all the way around them. It must be an ego thing. The same  goes for the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Kids, mostly teens, walk in the road, and they walk two or three abreast. Cars go around them too. It must be a control thing.

I see people walking their dogs in my neighborhood, and I notice their hands are only holding the leashes. Where are the poop bags?

Okay, I’m done. This has been cathartic. The sun is even beginning to appear.