Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
Kamál (Perfection), 4 Kamal (Perfection), 165 B.E. – Monday, August 4, 2008 about 4:27 PM PDT I think I hear thunder. Of course, it could be just another one of Mother Nature's jokes. However, there are dark gray clouds in the sky and the wind is blowing. We haven't had a much rain this monsoon season, so a little more rain would be nice. Especially since I'm not going anywhere else this evening. If it thunders I'll turn the computer off and read or write in my pen and paper journal. I don't have too much more to write before achieving my daily word count. As long as I get the stuff finished today, then I can put them in the documents later. The word count will go in today's total. It's only four days into Kamal and I'm ahead on the word count anyway. I've written a lot of words in the past few days. Maybe I need to take a little rest from typing and get some stuff carried to the garage or some of my cloths hung up in my closet. I'm going to clean my closet out because I don't have enough room in it to hang everything up. In the past few months people have given me cloths. I still have to go through some of the cloths and see what I want to keep. Some of them my mother can wear. However, some of the cloths are just too big or too little for either of us. Those I'm going to have to find a home for. I'll have to consider where to take them. Maybe I'll wash them and take them to Catholic Charities when we go for our senior food allotment. Just leave them up there and someone will want them. |