It’s going to be one of those days where we wait all day for rain that may or may not arrive. I can tell this is true because of my highly scientific method of “feels about right.”
Days like today tend to be dank with humidity and cloud cover and heat, as if a distant storm is pressing the air-borne water into our skin. I prefer clouds to sun, but I do not like feeling as if I need flippers to walk around the park.
Even Keely was feeling the mood, eager to get the walk over with but not keen on going too fast. The eternal quandary of summer. She stopped as usual to sniff bushes and palmettos but then pranced on quickly in between. I managed to keep up. Once again, we were both actually physically wet by the time we got home, despite the lack of rain. Keely looked like the proverbial drowned rat.
I am listening to a Baroque music playlist (Bach, Hayden, and Vivaldi for the most part) and thinking of Mother, who preferred classical music in the morning, before moving on to more modern fare. Life with Sue was a constant shift from one musical mood to another; if we weren’t actively watching TV then the stereo was playing. Classical, operas, musicals, blues, jazz, rock and roll, old country music, a little pop, lots of vocalists singing standards, a smattering of disco, and lots of movie OSTs. I still think a house is wrong without music playing. The greatest gift of technology AFAIAC is music streaming services, which wow Mother would have adored like a junkie.
But it’s a quiet morning and I’m not feeling adventurous myself so back to basics for me.