bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i don't know the spanish word for rain we had the most wonderful most perfect storm this morning. it was nice. it was super nice to lay in bed with the today show and rain and a dozing kitty at my feet. nothing feels better than lazing about in bed and contorting your body into unexpected stretches. no one is at work yet...well, shane, but he's downstairs. my sinus' are still achy and hurty. the cottonwood tree has started to release it's fuff again. maybe today's rain will keep it at bay. i am so totally smitten with the found letters miss erin is finding. i wonder if it's theraputic....writing stuff anonymously. this diary has aspects of it, but i know people who read this and they know me, so it's not really me opeing up entirely to some stranger who can't get a hold of me, because they wouldn't know who i was. we got our new phone books yesterday. and i got an offer from AOl to join their little group. little do they know that i don't have a computer, so i will merely use the swank tin the cd came packaged in for my own purposes....i haven't designated a purpose yet, but i'm sure i'll find one. maybe i'll start my own found crap craft network. although, technically, it was sent to me, not really found, except that my mailman didn't put it in my mailbox per se as much as he tossed it on top of the pile of phone books stacked underneath our bank of mailboxes. this morning, when i went to the market to get coffee (i'm all out of coffee. remind me to buy osme on the way home, huh? thanks) this guy, who is the living incarnation of ricky ricardo was there. no lie. hat. singing. accent. the works. i think he said something to me in spanish about the rain, i just nodded and went 'uh huh, sure' and stirred the sugar into my coffee. 9:58 a.m. - 2002-05-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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