Raindrops and Crickets

Hello again world!

It was raining today. Big fat raindrops. I love it when it rains. The sound of drops hitting the roof, the slight smell of ozone in the air.

It relaxes me.

And now the crickets are chirping. I came home to Kitty/Nikky waiting in front of our door. Poor thing got wet - an affront to her feline sensibilities, I'm sure (and before ya'll rip my head off for not providing her with shelter - she had our entire screened in back porch to go to. It's dry there).

I opened up a pouch of food - she didn't seem to like it. Made a note not to get salmon and oceanfish again.

Bummed around a bit. Watched some boob tube - King of Queens. Job hunted (the search is neverending).

Which leads me to now - curled up in bed, snug as a bug, and listening to crickets.

It's making me reminisce of simplier times. When I was a kid.

My mother never let me stay in the house - no wasted days for me. If it was nice out, I was outside, terrorizing the neighborhood.

I wish I could go back to those days. When my biggest worry was whether or not I could get away with sneaking in a spider as a pet (...I was a weird kid...). And somehow I zipped right from that to whether or not I was going to have my term paper done in time.

Time seems to fly by so quickly, but two things have remained constant.

Fat raindrops and singing crickets.