We had another nearly-nice day yesterday around here. I'm treating June in Connecticut as if it were a chocolate layer cake, always moist. Seems to be more or less a national trend but I don't live in Indiana or any other exotic environment, so I don't know what it's like where you are.
I do know when John Donne rings the bell around here, I'm the only one in my corner. And right now, even though summer has officially started, I'm not working on my tan, that's rust.
Of course, we had showers, not much just enough to get everything damp. If we were to NOT have showers, I'd fret something was wrong with the clouds. Oldest children worry about everything and when stuff is going great, we worry that we overlooked something. As I said, we didn't have torrents of rain (at least around here) but enough rain that you knew it was raining as if Gene Kelly could keep a secret if his life depended on it.And as I walked from Point A to Point 2 (I majored in neither math nor phonics at Rutgers, nor orienteering (come to think of it) which must be why so many people tell me where to go) I passed a building where the sprinklers were on, making sure the lawn was getting watered.
Happens every day and more often than you'd imagine. Just watch the evening news and listen to what those who are our leaders say and then watch what they do. In Washington D. C. both Republicans and Democrats say they want to help middle-class voters with a responsible budget and balanced spending (not sure they care a fried rat's hindquarters about anyone else)
-bill kenny
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