I certainly miss the days of decent television show opening themes. This is one of the best, EVER! I’m inviting everyone to sing along with the song that has been going through my head today.
April 2007
Sounds Like Spring.
This morning I was awoken by the sounds of an approaching thunderstorm. At first I panicked as I remembered a dream for two nights ago where everyone around me that was holding a cell phone was getting struck by lightning, but then I was thrilled with the prospect of a a thunderstorm. I sat up in bed, hoping to catch a glimpse of some wild lightning flashes. I was not disappointed.
The arrival of Nature’s light and sound show means that spring is here.
I’m currently doing some homework at the kitchen table. Looking over the deck I’m watching fighter pilots (from the closed air base?) practice maneuvers over the countryside. In the distance I just heard the sound of a train go by on the “seasonal” railroad tracks that head up into the Adirondacks.
Most importantly, when I step outside I hear birds singing. Mother Nature may dust us with snow at the end of the week (which won’t be a big deal), but it is definitely spring.
Yippee!
Kicked Back.
Every once in a while one needs a Sunday where you can kick back and just relax. And today we did just that. Outside of needed laundry, a quick trip to the market and fixing supper, today was about doing nothing but regrouping. And playing Xbox.
Life is good.
Workin’ At The Car Wash.
After watching the woman ahead of us wash her car in the manual car wash down the street, it was finally time for us to pull the Jeep in and do our thing.
Mind you, this woman needed to put more quarters in the car washing control box that beeps a lot, and to get said quarters she needed to get them out of the car. So she had opened the door and jumped into the car while still holding the spray nozzle and squeezing the trigger at the same time. Yes, she sprayed the inside of the car with a lot of water. She seemed unfazed, though I noticed she obsessed over the foaming brush quite a bit.
Anyway, I was getting myself ready to wash the Jeep when she stopped just outside of the exit door and got out to tell me something.
“Don’t use the foaming brush”, she cautioned.
“Why?”, I asked as I glanced at the brush that she had just used. “Is it scratching up the car or something?”
“No, a lot of foam comes out.”
With that factoid she jumped into her wet car and sped down the road.
