[photo courtesy of facebook.com/CHEY106] Thanks to my very good friend Michelle for providing today’s post material! What a great list, Michelle; thank you!
Several weeks ago as I sauntered on State Street, that great street (ah, an old quote from the song, “Chicago”, best known by Frank Sinatra’s version in 1957), it lightly started to rain. Umbrella(less) as I found myself to be at that moment, I remarked to a woman passerby, “Oh, no, it’s spitting out.” She seemed to increase her already hurried pace and flew right past me. I summarized it must be because, well, it was spitting out. Upon arriving home that evening, I asked my husband if it was spitting out when he was on his way home from work. The ‘deer in headlights’ moment, and the phantom sound of crickets in the background. Silence.
“Don’t you say, “It’s spitting out” when it begins to lightly…
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