What, no storms?

With storms in the forecast, I went upstairs and started taking old wallpaper off some walls. Sometimes this is satisfying; other times, it just might cause one to exclaim to one’s one self: Holy Moses! What is this weird looking orange plaster? I probably scraped and peeled for about three hours and then I came down to get a snack and watch for the storms.

But, oh nevermind, now the weather people are saying we might get a stray light shower – and it feels like it is 93 out there. Upstairs I have walls that look like they belong in a tenement and downstairs I am sitting here pouting because I was expected the emotional release of thunder and lightning . . . and it’s just still and humid.

It’s like a greenhouse out there and that means the grass is growing and after dealing with the mutant grass from some scary sci-fi movie last week, I will have to do it all over again tomorrow or Friday – in Lagrange County for about five hours.

I’m glad I can do it; I’m not in a hospital bed or a chemo ward, but, rats . . . orange plaster and monster grass doesn’t seem like a party theme.

Thunderstorms likely to begin Wednesday at 1:00 pm

That’s what it says on weather.com. Right now the humidity is very high and it is predicted to be so after the storms, so I guess it will be a sticky day. I don’t feel like humidity today; I don’t really crave that “tough guy, I can take it” you get when the sweat is rolling down your body and your hair is soaking wet. That’s right – today I can’t take it.

I am going to sit in the air-conditioning and wonder why I am such a wimp this morning. I dare not nap, lest the ghosts of the Panama Canal diggers haunt my dreams.