Scott and I ate at THE WILLOW INN. Marina was our waitress. The rain pounded down on the roof, the windows and the skylights.
The food as always was delicious. Baked potato skins with bacon, cheese, and sour cream.
Eggplant parm.
My coffee was in a DeMarzios mug.
Family owned and operated since 1949.
When we left where we were seated, the rain leaked from a wooden beam.
I brought some reading material I got in the mail. Subscribe to a Harvard Women's Letter which had dire news about some vitamins I take. But Dr Sherman said they were wrong.
Ever heard of SolarMomentum?
My brave Scottie signed up for it this morning. He understood all the points that top con man, oops, I mean salesperson pointed out. And understood each one.
But again what if the rain never stops. It is POURING here at home where I man the couch and view the bobbing rain out the window
It can make you feel depressed if you let it.
Maybe I should read a fun book like the Nancy Drew Mysteries, Chekhov Short Stories - my fave is Lady with the Lapdog - Chekhov was a doctor, who never practiced. Same is true with Somerset Maugham.
RAIN
Drying on the floor
is my rain hat from
The Baltimore Aquarium
Would I find author Anne Tyler nearby?
Slung across my banister is my Chico's
long-sleeved sweater I tie-dyed purple
to hide a grease stain.
All Chico's apparel a gift from
Ada Moss Fleisher, keeper of the
Fleisher legacy - her mom has
mottled skin like my polka dot
pajamas, but there's a person
in there, we just don't know where.
Those bouncing bubbles on the street
would be hilarious but they make
the grass grow high, perfect for
giraffes when they float out of the zoo
Will tall trees bend and finally snap?
Garbage cans topple like ice cream cones?
Ours is but to be patient and see what
the deluge will bring.
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ROYAL BLUE GARBAGE CANS Such joy they bring to the Adams Family and the nearby neighbors Cheering us in these drab days of rain and mist Umbrellas out! Pool shimmering, unusable The gorgeous blue will sustain us Until the Almighty sees fit to shut off the celestial faucets.
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