Last day of the month! Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire. And yes, I did see Jerry Lee Lewis perform in Richmond, Virginia, when I was a teenager. I am that goofy. I was a member of the Elvis Presley fan club, and practiced Elvis cheers with other completely idiotic young girls. I swooned to the Everly Brothers. I saw the Big Bopper and the Temptations and Little Stevie Wonder. I still occasionally listen to the Shirelles. I wish I danced more. I always do when my granddaughter visits, but that is only every few months.
We had a deluge last night and it's still going on. Heavy rain, dark sky, and treachery everywhere you step. I have my rainboots on just to come out here to my writing hut, and I'm watching carefully where I place my feet. But part of me still has the urge to splash in puddles and act like a labrador. Having two such dogs probably exaccerbates the tendency. Only one of them wants to get wet, the other acts like a kitten.
I am seeing two friends today, so I'm all set for sociability, and I will get out, Mother Nature or no.
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