It's pouring down rain and we do need it. The Nature Reserve that we like to walk through is greening. I believe plants love rain, that it stimulates them, that they feel joy at the rain - as opposed to the lawn sprinkler or hose.
What would I really like to do when it rains for days that I'm not?
Staying in a cabin (not too rustic), a big pot of slow-cooker/crock pot three bean chili simmering, some grilled cheese with lots of butter on the bread, a fire in the fireplace. Sleeping soundly. Writing "vigorously."
The other day two friends took me to a restaurant - a secret place - though not too much a secret - after all the place was bustling. It was a Spanish restaurant. Not a Hispanic, not a Latin, not a Mexican or Guatemalan or Peruvian - SPANISH. All products straight from Spain. All food and wine offered - SPANISH. We noshed on olives and the red wine was apparently more potent than I thought. I wasn't driving so it was OK that one glass lit the flame. An opportunity to be silly - and childlike - for a short while. The food was very good and just enough.
But since neither of them have ever seem me slightly lit, since I barely drink at all, one of them wondered if I was going to be able to walk!
In this silliness, I confessed to having OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE PENNY PICK EM UP DISEASE. (See previous post.) I had found a shiny penny on the ground on the way in, another on the way out.
But OK. WHO PUT A PENNY ON THE SEAT for me to find when I got up?!
Gee - will they still LIKE me after this?
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