but where’s the rain?

It’s a windy blustery and intermittently thundering Sunday night. But no rain yet, though I wish it would rain and dispell some of the strange humidity that’s been in the air all day. I spent most of the day cleaning the house, which has been sadly neglected what with all the travels and block parties and summer guides and what not. I am not much of a cleaner, so when the mood hits me I go with it. Thus the floors have been mopped a good three times, though I’m sure by Wednesday any signs of cleaning will be gone. The boy appeared around 5:30 and grilled tuna, marinated in curry sauce, on the new barbecue he bought for my house.
Last night we went and saw The Gender Offenders’ drag show at Wise Fool, which was one of the kickoff events to this week’s Gay Pride. Then we had a drink with friends at the St. Francis and headed home. I actually slept until 8:30 in the morning, which was exciting since Saturday morning I awoke at the ungodly hour of 5:45 am. I broke down and bought a new ipod, the old one having been swiped during my Philadelphia trip. Tomorrow, with any luck, the car parts will come in and I can get my rack and pinion (I know that can’t be the right spelling ) fixed, since I am now driving around in a state of terror that at any minute it will go out.
And, yup, that’s all that’s shaking here as the weekend draws to a close. Pray for rain!

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