Today it has rained.
It has rained so much the mothball smell is finally leaving the second hand curtains I bought, the ones hanging on the line.
It has rained so much that pinecones have loosened from the pine tree hovering over our tiny house, and pelted the cones down hard onto our roof.
It has rained so much that Annie has turned into a ladder cat, choosing to sit outside under the house eaves at the top of the ladder like a strange water cat communicating with the rain elementals.
Today many things have happened, all of them inconsequential.
-Annie has been discovered trapped in a dresser drawer, where she must have been stuck since yesterday morning. She seems unfazed, except for her new desire to sit on ladders during rainstorms.
-Sunny has hopped from main house bed to tiny house bed repeatedly, working a groove into the earth between her paws as she navigates the fifty foot route through wet, tickly grass.
-Steve has come by for brownies, sharing old school country wisdoms like, “It’s better to look like a fool than be cold and know you left your warm clothes at home,” as we all giggled that the temperature must be a warm seventy three degrees and yet we were all dressed in sweaters and sweatshirts, all except Cora, the more sensible of us… shorn only in t-shirt and shorts.
-Patrick has randomly struck the silence down with a timely rendition of the Right Said Fred classic from nineteen years ago, I’m Too Sexy, which he performed complete with casual shoulder swaying action and a loud husky voice. Woot!
-And I wrote many things elsewhere from here.