Whoever sang that line of lyrics must have been talking about the month of May in an entirely different year; this one hasn't been particularly merry. I bet I could count on one hand the number of days it didn't rain this month. As I write this, the mid-afternoon sky is dark gray, rain is pouring down, trees are swaying in the wind, and thunder is making regular announcements. True, we haven't had flooding and tornados like some parts of the country, but I've been dealing with muddy-footed dogs for six straight months, and I'm sure they're as ready as I am for the backyard to dry out.
The microwave oven died one day this month, and the next day the refrigerator went on the blink. I ordered a new microwave online and called a refrigerator repairman, who didn't show up. Fortunately, just after I threw out all the iffy food, Kim fiddled with the fridge and it cranked back up again. Yay, Kim! The inconvenience of going without those two appliances for a few days resulted in a wonderfully healthy attitude adjustment.
In the good news department, I got to celebrate Mother's Day twice this month, first on the actual day with Kim, and a week later with Kelli and her big family. Kelli had been on a cruise with her hubby on the official holiday. Worked out well for me!
You would think, as long as I've been absent from this blog, that I'd have lots of things to write about. That isn't the case, and this isn't much of a post, but I wanted to put something up here so the entire month of May wouldn't be missing from my archives.
I also wanted to thank those of you who have checked back here from time to time and left comments. You're the ones who inspire me to write. The contents of my brain, much like the contents of my broken refrigerator, have not been fit for human consumption lately, but I hope to start posting again on a regular basis as soon as I've cleaned all the spoiled stuff out of my head.
Come on, sunshine, and come on, June. I'll see y'all then.
