Rainy

I'm pondering an existential question about myself. Why did I wait until it was pouring rain to go to the grocery for bananas? I drove past the road to the grocery when I was coming home from visiting my brother and his wife but didn't remember to stop. It wasn't until it was pouring rain an hour and a half later that I remembered the bananas so I put on my coat and took off. It wasn't exactly pouring when I had to walk from the car to the store but it was windy and spitting rain in my face. Not pleasant.

 

It was barely drizzling when I took this birdbath picture. I tried to take a Cardinal picture later in the rain but he didn't stay long enough. I don't blame him.

 

Since I spent a few hours driving to Brussels and visiting and driving home in the middle of the day I didn't spend as much time doing stuff as I usually do. I did try my hand at a watercolor of Bush Vetch. Twice. The first attempt wasn't very good so I tried again. This is a little better so you get to see it. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening writing, trying to force myself to remember the idea I had the other night and didn't write down. Can you tell it's still bugging me? I wrote a couple pages of a scene with those two characters but I'm absolutely certain that it isn't as interesting as whatever that other idea would have been.

 

I drove 35 miles up the peninsula this morning to visit TW and his wife ARA. They have four huge Golden Retrievers that they mercifully kept penned up while I was there. I'm not a dog lover. In fact, I'm pretty much afraid of dogs (except for Porter) so I was grateful. TW gave me a tour of their new house and then we visited and after that went to lunch at a little country diner near their house. It was a nice visit and I was glad to see that TW is doing okay.

--Barbara