It will be time to go get Marty from work in about… half an hour. And it’s pouring, pouring, pouring rain.
It was raining so hard when I got home from dinner that I really, really didn’t want to walk from the car to my door. But I did. I got soaked doing it, but I did it. It was pouring. And I don’t want to go back out there. It’s one thing to dance in the grass. It’s another to trip through a parking lot…
It’s weird that I miss Youngstown storms just because I had a yard for dancing in them. Angel’s yard didn’t feel the same while we lived there. I wonder if someday I will have an Austin yard for dancing in rainstorms. Because really, Austin has better rainstorms. Because it’s warmer, mostly. When we had warm rainstorms in Ohio, I felt really lucky.
I remember just this one storm from high school; standing out on the theater steps feeling the buffets of hot and cold air, feeling delicious. That hot and cold thing… my favorite kind.
I had an incredible time at dinner tonight, talking to so many wonderful people that I like so much. I can’t wait till next Thursday. It will be a smaller group, but still…
Tonight will be nice, when I finally get home with Marty. I have red wine and avocados, and wonderful relaxing tea. I bought a little heart diffuser at Zinger, it opens with a hinge and you put the loose tea inside and then set the whole get-up in the cup, like a spoon. And you don’t have to feel like you’re eating weed soup. I really like my tea. I would like a bamboo whisk for my matcha, someday.
Twenty minutes left. Think I’ll make it?
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