Blue-eyed Blues (June 11, 2012)
It's raining this morning. Again. I shouldn't mind. My grass is green and my flowers are happy and blooming in their little garden. I should be grateful for the rain, but I want some sunshine today - either a nice late-summer baker to drive me to the beach, or a crisp and breezy early fall day to get my blood flowing. Just not rain. It's raining, and my checkbook is essentially done for the month. Not a good sign on the first day of the second week. No one here is going to starve. All the bills will be paid. We'll even add to our savings a little like we always do. That should make me feel better, but there's just not anything extra, and today I want a little extra, maybe even for something frivolous. Just something. It's raining, the checkbook is groaning, and I had to go to the eye doctor this morning. I finally have to get those stupid progressive lenses that the doctor's been prescribing me for six years. I've been buying and wearing readers instead,