Today is Mental Meanderings Monday. Last Monday I said I could not make up my mind between Mental Meanderings and Monday-Middle-aged Musings, but today I feel pretty meandery. My mind wanders. If my feet didn’t hurt so much my body might wander, but let’s not worry about that right now.
This happens sometimes, as long time readers may have noticed. I’ll go days and weeks of dumb post after dumb post. The sad thing is, many of these days I am so writing something during the day. Then I kind of peter out before I get to the blog post. I know, I should write the blog post first. I’ll try that tomorrow.
Today was a sticky, muggy day. I do not feel as if my brain is fried, but perhaps it may have been steamed. And not crisp-tender, like my vegetables when they turn out right. Limp, discolored, useless.
We were promised thunder storms. Many of my co-workers spend half the day on their smart phones, looking at the internet or getting texts from their loved ones. In the latter case, the loved ones have often been on some device to get the weather and share what they have learned. So I heard severe thunderstorms were headed our way. Then I heard there was a tornado watch.
“If there is a tornado, I’m not going to watch,” I said. “I’ll go into my skanky basement and hide.” My basement is pretty skanky. It wasn’t that great to start with and it has never recovered from the flood of 2013. I am not motivated to do much about it, although I suppose it would behoove me to do so.
Local readers know there were no thunder storms, much less any tornadoes. We had rain. Which means I do not have to water my plants again today. Score! I’m going to hit Publish on this piece of nonsense and pick up a notebook (do I need to specify I mean the spiral-bound paper kind?) and get a start on tomorrow’s post.
Mohawk Valley Girl 