The rain has finally stopped. It’s been two days, and it stopped only about a half hour ago. Yesterday I went to the dump and was the only car there. It was pouring. Everyone else was too smart to get soaken wet dumping trash. Even Gracie wouldn’t stick her head out the window. I didn’t grocery shop but picked up a few things to tide me over. I was far too wet and cold after the dump to go anywhere else.

I think the rain has dampened my mood. It’s a blah feeling a bit of sun could cure. Today I need to buy dog food and make a stop at the post office, neither of which will in any way brighten my day.

Last night I was strolling through the internet with no set address in mind. I found tree houses which I’d love in my yard. It would be my summer-house. I pictured a rope walk from the deck to my tree house which would be one big room with walls of windows and screen. I’d have a bed there, a bookcase and a table and chairs. That would be enough. Gracie and I would sleep among the trees all night long and listen to the night birds and to the peepers from the small pond at the end of the street.

I also found yurts, and I imagined mine among the trees in the backyard. That would be my winter escape. The walls would be covered in heavy, colorful rugs and cloth and all the furniture would be comfy with lots of cushions. There would be a wood stove right in the middle. The few windows would be glass to keep the cold at bay. The lights would shine among the trees. I’d be cozy and warm.

I am content with my lot in life and seldom ask for much; however, I do sometimes dream I’ve won the lottery. I never buy tickets as I’m not lucky that way, but I still dream. I’d have that tree house, maybe even a yurt tree house, and I’d travel some more. That would be more than enough.