I dropped Alison off at the hospital and went  started to mow at Mother’s; I hoped to beat the rain. Well, I got part of it done, was sprinkled on for about 45 minutes and then experienced a further rise in humidity.

Oh, did I forget to mention that when I drove up in the car, I thought, “Gee, I don’t remember the willow being over there.” Of course, it had not been. This was a new really big limb – one from the chestnut tree. I hope the Smithy wasn’t standing under it. After digging a squirrel’s  out of one of the mower engines, I headed on home and arrived as the first sprinkles of an incoming storm began. It got very dark here in Kendallville and I can’t help but wonder if there is a new limb and/or tree down at Mother’s.

I will say this: my face must be really clean because perspiration that poured off me washed every pore clean – still, then I did wipe my face with my shirt tail that had grease on it.

Funny how things link together – all the sprinkles and storms and now I am watching Claude Rains in a 1947 movie.