Sunday, July 1, 2012

July 1, 1991

A crashing thunderstorm follows me home for lunch.  As I'm fixing myself a fajita, a bolt of lightning violently cracks the air.  I immediately jump out of my shoes and expect to hear the wailing of a terrorized Eddie.  He beams me one of his beatific smiles.  What a guy.  He knows no fear yet.

After the skies clear, I tie up the tops of the tomato plants.  The heavy downpour left them drooping precariously.

Andy and I go for our usual soda stop on the way home from daycare.  He wants to go to the park, but I prefer to stay home and watch the Pirates and Cubs on TV.  JoAnna gets back home around 8

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