Saturday, June 02, 2007

T.S. Barry and Barry Manilow

I awoke to the melodious sounds of rain pattering down on the roof. It is melodious because it is sound we haven't heard around these parts in months, and it took me a few minutes to recall what one does on rainy days--bake cookies, make soup, clean closets, read, watch drippy old movies--all of which I would be more than happy to partake in until...ACK!


As in Tropical Storm Barry. Which means this rain is no longer a good excuse for domestic pursuits, but rather for battening down hatches and finding batteries that work. So I will spend the entire morning racing around doing these stupid storm rituals because the Weather Channel will be evoking panic within me all day, only to have the storm pass well north of here leaving only a too full pool and muddy paw prints.


Wedding last night: beautiful. And here is the compliment of the evening as rendered by a charming table mate #3: "You are the smartest wife of a sports executive I've ever met."

You are thinking that must be a shallow pool indeed, but I'll take it, people. I will take it with a handful of Jordan Almonds and a heaping scoop of Thanks.


Biby Cletus said...

Cool blog, i just randomly surfed in, but it sure was worth my time, will be back

Deep Regards from the other side of the Moon

Biby Cletus

Jen said...

I also randomly surfed in (that next blog thingy is handy), and wanted to let you know we got some of Barry here in south Georgia too. And to let you know, there's another mom out there who doesn't have summer wrapped up in a Tupperware box. Mine's more in a battered old coffee can, half-heartedly decorated with dabs of glitter.


Tracey said...

Welcome blog surfers! Here's to rainy days and coffee cans!