― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Yes it rained for about 45 minutes. It was such an event that neighbors came out and voiced their happiness. The dogs milled around catching it on their fur, happily going to and fro. I found myself outside back and forth to the garage working on this and that enjoying that wet happy smell.
Everything seemed to perk up a bit. The trampoline got a little washing. No need to do a second watering! The hideous neighbors eternally moving, now have three wet mattresses in the front yard-delightful. But this happiness did not end here, it was contagious in this drought ridden mountain community. Customers at the local mini mart were giddy with happiness and had a spring in their step. They might not even been aware of this.
We went to the LaBrecques for dinner for a belated birthday celebration. Galaske wasn't aware that he was the central focus until gifts began to appear. I think he was touched. He said noone has done such a fuss for him beyond me. This is when you need your mother and his has been gone since 2001. So it was a great evening all around. Alice did join us and it all came together with burgers on the grill.
Conversation always reverts to mountain crazies and their happenings. I think we covered the man who just kind of stands, jiggles and poop falls out of his pants. Twerking among grandparents, bed bug invested donated mattresses, BB and her eviction plight, parents who died of syphilis, parasites in raspberries and it can go on. Yes we managed to eat anyhow.
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