Hey Nonny Nonny

"And be you blithe and bonny,Converting all your sounds of woe
Into 'Hey, nonny, nonny'."

Shakespeare, "Much Ado About Nothing"

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It's Sunday. It's raining.

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It's a good thing it's raining today and I am grateful. The rain will dampen the residue of a hectic week. The sound of it flowing through the gutters and dripping from the soffit, the patter on the oak leaves is salve for my soul. I will put my cone flowers in the soft ground today, and the rain will heal the roots, shocked by the change, and they will accept their new place. A lesson to be learned perhaps.

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I will also pick up the debris of a week of neglect; laundry, dishes, shoes hither nither. I will make a veggie lasagna for lunches through out the week, although if this coming work week is going to be like last, I'd best serve my needs by stocking up on carrot sticks, grapes and granola bars.

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My body is still complaining about last week. I don't think my hips like my steel toed boots. When I gave Sean the last hug he will ever get before he turned 18, he picked me up like a toy and there was a big pain in my ribs. It is not getting better. After the 20 hour day I put in Friday, Saturday I was pretty washed out. Ten of those hours were spent working very hard. My abdomen area has been pretty tender, too, and I'm wondering if I have some kidney stone issues. But maybe the ibuprofen I've been taking for my sinus headaches and neck pain have been taking their toll on my tummy.

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Point is, I'm definitely feeling my age. This always surprises me. Like a car that is used to going at a 55 mph speed, running it faster may cause some glitches. Yesterday I was so tired and beat up feeling that I considered cancelling our evening out with X & Mel. I'm so glad I didn't. It was good to spend time with Paul, just to be with him, and in the company of two of my favorite people. I warned him before we went that I wouldn't be on my game, proven by the fact that I slept all the way home.

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We visited a bit at X & Mel's house then drove in their new car to Tapas, for dinner. Although I love living on my lake, I miss being close to such cuisine adventures as what their area provides. We had a wonderful dinner, starting with a delectable humus platter and greek salads. X, Mel & Paul got tapas, and I tried the spinach & cheese filled ravioli with a sort of alfredo sauce. X & I had a pint of Newcastle with our meals. It couldn't have been better. X & I each got a piece of baklava for desert, but neither one of us could find a spot for it, so we took them to go. We went to the cinema to see "Burn After Reading". It was an enjoyable flick, I thought Brad Pitt over- acted his part a bit, and there wasn't one character I connected to, but X thought it was a riot, and we all enjoyed it. Myself, I would not recommend it to anyone.

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As for next week. I try not to speculate, or prophesize something that will become self-fulfilling, but I have no reason to believe it will be better. In fact, I have far more reason to believe it will be worse.

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But, hey nonny nonny. I'm glad Paul is home. I'm glad it's Sunday. I'm glad it's raining. I'm glad my boy is home safe in his bed. I'm glad my washing machine works. I'm glad I'm not in Galveston. I'm glad I have a piece of baklava to enjoy a little later. No words of woe today.

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Peace