I got the binding machine sewed on my Hawaiian quilt. Nice evening project to hand stitch it down. My handyman is here cleaning and painting my basement but only I can sort and purge all the stuff down there. So hard for me to do as I'm a real keeper. Some because I may need it someday and some because it has sentimental meaning to me. But I've been trying. So much really needs a new home. Now I have a lot of it moved to my garage and the car moved to the driveway. Another of my bad habits- moving things around instead of making decisions about them. I started filling some boxes with things to go to the Senior Citizens' rummage sale, but they won't take them until July. Maybe I should just give them to GoodWill now.
Lots of rain here the last few days. Got me thinking. I love a straight-down rain. Is that a shower? No thunder. No lightening. As a kid, I loved to play in it. Usually striped down to just my panties. I would run and dance. Bending, my face to the droplets. What freedom! Today I sat on my porch and was tempted. Memories will do. Later the lightening flashed and thunder rolled. Rain beat my windows, pushed by a raging wind. I looked to see if there was hale. None, but so much power. I remember a cabin with a tin roof that my folks once owned. Any rain made so much noise - like stones being thrown down on it. My mother loved the sound. Not for me. I'd say, "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day." I'd also add, "When I'm not here."