Today's Few Things

Yesterday we had about 20 minutes of beautiful rain, hard rain, like washing my roof and scrubbing it hard. Harder than you're thinking.

I loved it, watched it a while and gave thanks for it, wished it would last and last. I thought if it kept raining, then my mower men wouldn't come, and that would be fine. Better than that. It would be really good.

As it was, the beautiful rain cooled the day a little and just made things better.

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Richard was here. Now he's gone home.

A nice six days. He always fixes things for me when he's here. He is a good fixer, but more important than that, he figures things out. A good and valuable skill: problem solver. 

Goodness knows he and all the rest of us have problems to work on.

I wish us well.

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I'm afraid my writing group is nearly dead. "They" decided to meet only once a month. That new schedule to begin tomorrow, June 9. Now "they" have postponed it another month. A couple of people are not feeling well. At least one claims a Southern Belle's aversion to heat. A third claims that she might have some Southern Belle in her, too. Four of the five are not writing.

I've been writing. I want to share it. I have five or six things. I'm bummed. I want to find some people who write who want to and can get together. Good luck with that, Carol.

Hmmm.