Sitting here and listening to the rain and the sound of ice cubes falling into the bin in the freezer. Need to remember to turn that off before bed or it will drive me crazy and sometimes I am just too lazy to get back out of bed to do the one thing that would help me sleep.
I could be doing things other than sitting here and typing my stream of consciousness into the computer. I could be reading Denise’s chapters from her novel that she submitted last month to our writing group and that I haven’t gotten around to reading yet. Since I just signed myself up for three summer cello lessons I could possibly practice a bit and be ready to amaze my instructor with the fact that I have conquered second position extended hand position or something like that. I think she would just be happy if I would move my thumb with the rest of my hand as it goes up and down the neck of the cello. I have a tendency to over extend my hand and not carry my thumb with my fingers. I think there is a metaphor for my life there. I am just not sure what it is.
The other thing I noticed today is that I need to start going to a store to buy clothes because ordering them online is just not working. I am losing weight faster than the postal service or UPS can get the clothes to me so I end up with clothes that are too big when they arrive. I shouldn’t be complaining, but it feels weird to have a new pair of slacks bagging off my butt the second time I wear them.
Actually, I think most of my ass is on the golf course that I played on Tuesday. Beautiful place. I would like to go back soon. I think I played the best I ever have and I think it is because of yoga and a new golf bag that is so light I carried it backpack style and didn’t feel a thing on my shoulders. Very nice.
I drove north today on I93. I counted at least six state police cars checking for speeders. What in the hell was that about? It was pouring down rain in most places and I wasn’t even speeding. I usually go about 10-12 miles over the speed limit and know that I am due for a ticket at any time. But today was not going to be the day. I don’t speed when my car is hydroplaning.
The Franconia Notch looked wonderful as I was driving up. I wish I had been able to take a picture. The thermals were rising up from the forest and making new clouds. It was gorgeous. Then I started having random thoughts about the Old Man and the Mountain. For 
those of you who don’t know, the Old Man was a rock face in the notch that was the symbol of New Hampshire. His face is still on license plates along with the slogan “Live Free or Die”. Well, he must not have been feeling very free, because back in 2003 he slid off the side of the mountain and all you see now is a pile of rubble. I didn’t live here then and while I was driving I wondered how much noise it made and if there were tremors. If the Old Man slides off the mountain, and no one is around, does it make a sound? I asked someone who lived in Littleton at the time and she said that the only ones who heard it were at the mountain at the time, but that it felt like losing a family member. I would have liked to have met the Old Man before he slid into history. I am sure I would have liked him.
I had the joy of spending some time with a toddler today. He is living in a shelter with his mom and is about as adorable as a three year old can get. He introduced me to two garden snakes that were living in the rock wall on the side of the building. Snakes don’t bother me and they certainly didn’t bother him. We had a great time.
So, here I am again. Wondering what to do with the time between now and bed. I could practice my cello, kitchener stitch the toes on my June socks (trying to knit a pair of socks a month), do a Zentangle, or just cut out all the middle activities and get in bed with a book. That option sounds like the most likely on this rainy evening, but maybe I should empty the dishwasher first. Nah. I will do what I usually do, wait until the dishes pile up in the sink. There will be fewer dishes in the washer by then. I think I am compulsively non-compulsive. More on that another time. Thanks for putting up with my musings.
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