Weak end

 piling on hours to construct the day.             got'em together. now what do you say? 

we can begin the next month soon.

don't bother to tell me when

you'll reach for the moon.

Great humidity

 a promise of heat, we'll see. 

morning is wet with humidity.  

rabbits are out and we are too. 

light walking and taffic. 

trees are quiet, birds are few. 

clouds are whisps, sky is blue.

we classmates

we classmates today gathered at the 

golf course Bar North for lunch and talking.

and remained inside in air conditioning on a terrible ninety -something degree, humid day. 

we numbered nineteen. Skip came all the way from Houston.

one long line of tables worked for our group.

you know, i met Cynthia, Tom Meyers and Leslie way, way back in kindergarten.

the rest jumped on this train along the way.  we've ridden together ever since.

another fine day we had.  such a good time for all.

this is why we return and see these familiar faces again and again.

Storm last night

 don't know where the bunnies slept.

i think close along the leeward side of the house.

or under the heavy fur tree.

Jeeze the rain was beating down.

and we had the largest booms i've ever heard.

 shook the earth.

made me nearly roll off the bed. 

but i didn't get up to look out the window.

halfway slept and rode out the storm.

let it happen by itself.

hey, i would have helped if i could've.

you should have heard the amount of water pounding on the house.