This is the lost post from yesterday at Blogger which Rick found, and I am so grateful!!

The rain continues, but I love the sound. It distracts me, and I stop often to listen. Strangely, the rain seems to invite a sort of quiet, a perfect day for reading, for lying on the couch with a good book as raindrops provide the background music.

I have nothing whatsoever scheduled for today. It’s a grand feeling. It means I have another day all to myself. That may seem greedy as I now have many days like today, but for most of my life my days were scheduled with school, work, chores or errands, and I’d like to even the score.

In many ways I have become obsolete. The words and phrases of my youth have disappeared. When was the last time anyone ever asked for a church key? I remember calling dibs for a window seat in the car. I wore thongs on my feet. We got blitzed at parties. Couples made out at the drive-in. Some couples even went all the way which might have resulted in the family way and the girl going to her aunt’s. Some people were stuck up; others were finks. Life was cool, a gas and groovy.

My mother taught me lots of words. She used the word kibosh, and from her I also learned nosh. In a jiffy is another and so is before you can say Jack Robinson. I used robbed Peter to pay Paul the other day and must have dragged that one from the way back of my memory drawer. I wonder if kids get in hot water anymore.

When I worked, I knew the current slang as kids were in and out of my office all day. I do admit, though, when I first heard the word ho, I thought of a garden and couldn’t imagine why two girls would fight over one being called a garden hoe. As I listened to their sides of the story, I learned the meaning from the context. I’m so glad I didn’t ask.