Saturday, August 29, 2009
Dear Diary
posted at 8:47 AM | Permalink |
It's a gloomy day today in the northeast. This time it's meant to be the edges of the fourth hurricane of the season but it's been such a rainy spring and summer that it doesn't feel or look any different from oh so many previous days. (It rained on 28 of June 's 30 days, by the way.) When one is very tired from an intense work week, thick cloud cover in the sky is unfortunately more influential than it should or might otherwise be. I will therefore take even more deliberate enjoyment than usual today from small things. Like the wonderful recycled-material plastic-looking carry bag with humorous French phrases and sketches.

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I was a kid in the 'old days' in England, born in '36, and it seems we had a lot of rain then, so I grew up with Wellington boots, Macs, [MacIntosh rain coats not computers] and Sou'Westers, so I feel almost comforted by the rain. I love stormy seas too, being by the sea with a gale blowing the salt spray in your face. Lovely!
from Blogger ligneus – August 29, 2009 at 5:17 PM

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