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| Emmylou dislikes packing. |
The rumbling has begun
and it is dark for 4:00 p.m. The rain is supposed to go on for about twelve to
sixteen hours. (I know that sounds heavenly for California.) When it rains, it
rains straight down.
Tupelo dislikes the
thunder, so is heading for the basement. I have a certain urge to go out and
get drenched. Had he been a Cold War father, I am certain he would have
been among the first to build a fallout
shelter. No doubt a staunch Republican as well. I can imagine the crew cut.
Emmylou doesn't much like the thunder, either, although she sees it as another opportunity to beg for petting.
Now, it is Thursday. This one will have to be short (hopefully sweet). S came out and we moved more stuff into storage. The weather favored us, although we were prepared with tarps, and we weren't fighting rain all day.
Headed back in to Brooklyn for the night to visit PS. Feeling anxious at the moment, but not sure why and don't feel as if I have much time to reflect on it today. Perhaps a nice drive and some time with an old friend will help.
Now, it is Thursday. This one will have to be short (hopefully sweet). S came out and we moved more stuff into storage. The weather favored us, although we were prepared with tarps, and we weren't fighting rain all day.
Headed back in to Brooklyn for the night to visit PS. Feeling anxious at the moment, but not sure why and don't feel as if I have much time to reflect on it today. Perhaps a nice drive and some time with an old friend will help.
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| The sky was so pink. |
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| Cooder was happy to be back on her own bed. |
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