No Fun Days

Rain’s set in for the day.  Note to self: stop your fidgeting.  It’s going to be a no fun for me day–no, not if I don’t want it to be.

Sitting around; watching mold grow; metal rusting away.  I was going to say, watching paint dry.  Only a wacky person would paint on such a wet day?

It was a soggy day in suburbia–land of never-ending cul-de-sacs.  Biggest concern today, walking in and out of the YMCA without drowning.



Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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