Ross and Rico are out for their daily walk. It’s 7:39.
It’s gray and overcast this morning.
Again a little warmer than the day before. We’re getting there, to summer I mean. I don’t think we are going to have a spring.
It’s supposed to rain today. Well, a 60% chance according to the Rain Alert I received from the Weather Channel yesterday. Yes, I signed up for rain alerts. The WC is considerate enough to send these alerts to me a day in advance, in case, you know, I have something outdoorsy planned for the next day.
I love the warning at the bottom of the alert about venturing out in your car.
I am sitting here in bed with my laptop. There’s quite a racket going on outside my bedroom window. Three guys cutting our little one by one patch of green. Such powerful blades to mow down a few blades.
I am trying to decide what my day is going to be like today.
It’s been exactly three weeks today since I had my gallbladder removed. I’m kind of upset because I have been having episodes of pain ever since I had my surgery. I am going to assume that this is just the normal process of healing. Actually, I am hoping that I don’t ever have to see another doctor ever again. So, I am putting off calling.
Time to get up out of bed and start my day. Be back later.
Well, “The WC” was right, it rained all day, so I never left the house.
One of the things I look forward to is my daily phone call from Jimmy. He always has a story or two to tell me. Sometimes these stories are about his antics from when he was a teenager or in his early 20’s. He was a soldier for four years and there are stories from that time in his life. I have to say that for some of these tales, I am quite happy that he waited until now to tell me about them.
Today, he started off by asking me which I wanted to hear first, the Bambi story, the story of the fox in the chicken coop, (or maybe it wasn’t a fox but a coyote, he wasn’t really quite sure), the red white and blue fireworks, or the party he crashed, the one with the famous rapper, five hundred people and a police raid.
My immediate response was, “Do they all have happy endings?”
I’m his mother. He is having a rough time right now. I will always listen. And I always want his stories to have happy endings.
I am trying to convince him to be a guest writer on my blog. Whether he believes it or not, he has a lot to say.