BULLETIN: One thousand four hundred sixty-two pardons! Cory just pointed out that I failed to change the Word of the Month word! I can’t believe I forgot! The new word is MEN. I hope you won’t take this out on me. There are other men, you know!
This past Sunday we got into the pool and within minutes it started to rain. Not a heavy rain; more of a drizzle that plinked into the water without doing much damage to Sandy’s new do. No thunder or lightning. No wind. Just Mother N in a mellow mood. We stayed in for another hour or more. So pleasant.
The afternoon reminded us of the time a few years ago when we, with our pal Elaine Fry, were in New York and we strolled and window shopped for hours along the sidewalks in a similar drizzle. Never seemed to get wet enough to care.
Some days are like that. Perfect for walking or hanging out in the pool.