The only thing better than a rainy night in Paris is a rainy night here followed by a rainy morning which turns into a rainy day. And then a rainy weekend. My little patch of the world is very green. And extremely wet. Okay, maybe that’s not better than Paris. But I can’t imagine their rain is any more fun than ours.
With two days off to stay in out of the rain, I am happy to report that Operation De-Clutter is going swimmingly! Two big purple bins are full and tucked away in the basement. I no longer feel like the walls are falling in on me. I can see the surfaces of things.
Still lots to do, but I may have to slow down in the next few days because the middle toe on my left foot is badly bruised. You know how it is when you bang some part of your body on something and it really hurts, so you continue to bang into things with it several more times over the course of the day? Just to make sure you can go through your entire repertoire of curse words? That was my Sunday. Hallelujah. God gets you for doing housework in your bare feet.
I wanted to post some great rain music on Sunday, but I never got around to it, so it’s been bumped to Monday. We’re not expecting to see much of the sun until Thursday this week, but I like the rain. You can sing in it. And laugh. And walk hand in hand with the one you love and get drenched and catch pneumonia. I put that last bit in to see if you were still paying attention. It’s okay, I’m done, so you can go ahead and listen now, and let these rain songs make you feel good.