A Rainy Afternoon

Dear Readers – I was going to wish you “Happy Martin Luther King Day”, when I realized I should double check my facts, because you may.  It actually was January 22, not July 22, but they both begin with “J”and end in “Y”, so I’m close enough.


“The 1968 Olympics Black Power Salute: African American athletes Tommie Smith
and John Carlos raise their fists in a gesture of solidarity at the 1968 Olympic
games. Australian Silver medalist Peter Norman wore an Olympic Project for Human
Rights badge in support of their protest. Both Americans were expelled from the
games as a result.”

And speaking of July…I put my iPod on shuffle to listen to whatever music I wanted. And after a while I realized that I kept having to skip past all the Christmas songs. So many Christmas songs. Which is when I discovered I hadn’t actually put my iPod on shuffle, but rather at the letter C. And A LOT of Christmas songs start with the word “Christmas,” in case you didn’t know. The bigger question is why I haven’t taken the Christmas music off my iPod since it’s, you know, July.

Okay, so it’s been raining all afternoon and I’m house bound, with a brain and body unoccupied with gainful pursuits.  Except for the twenty minutes that I put on real clothes to go a drive through and pick up Chinese food for dinner. My ambition knows no bounds. I am also tinkering with the idea of putting on different clothes and venturing out to watch a stimulating game of beach volleyball, hopefully, where all or most of the beach volleyball players have little or no clothes on.  But then again, I might see something shiny on the road, get distracted and miss the game entirely.

I also recognize that this all-so-compelling blog would even make a snail say. “MOVE IT ALONG, FRANCES!”