The forecast
calls for rain. The radar shows a line
of small, as of yet, thunderstorms stacking up and rolling in from the
southwest to the northeast. It will
rain, here, today!
Unfortunately,
the lawn needs to be mowed. There’s
trimming to be done, and I didn’t get my shoulders injected Tuesday because VA
adjusted the schedule. Handling a
gasoline-powered string trimmer is going to be q whole lot of fun.
The rain has
reached Morristown and Knoxville on its steady march toward our location. The cells are lining up like boxcars in a train
yard. When I finally decided to race the
rain, I had already lost the race. Tomorrow
may present a better chance. I’ll have
to make the attempt much earlier in the day.
If the mower
battery has held a charge I’ll be happy to hear it crank over. If not I can hopefully jump it from the
Pathfinder. Jumper cables and batteries
are a combination I prefer to avoid.
I’ll also
have to start the soup base early tomorrow.
We’ll be dining on Bouillabaisse tomorrow evening and discussing local
and national politics as well as the inanities and insanities of modern
civilization. I haven’t done a
bouillabaisse in almost 7 years. It is
an expensive dish no matter how one makes it.
Tonight’s
dinner is more of an uncertainty.
However, some sort of sustenance will pass our parted lips. That can be counted upon.
Shabbat Shalom!
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