Bi ciuin! Ta tinneas cinn orm

current state of mind: weathered

Blame it on the rain that was falling, falling

Blame it on the stars that did shine at night

Whatever you do don't put the blame on you

Blame it on the rain yeah yeah

~ “Blame It On the Rain” by Milli Vanilli (hee hee)

So, ‘your man’ from Galway has been pestering me about not writing. While I do not agree that it is a travesty that my thoughts have not been put in a public forum so that everyone can read them, I finally have something to write about. It hailed last night. Generally, I would refrain from discussing the weather; however, this particular hail storm was exceptionally brutal toward ‘Lucius Verus’,  everyone’s favorite 2010 Honda Civic.

 As soon as I heard the hail start, I ran to get a comforter so that I could cover Lucius . . . unfortunately, by the time I ran to the covered front porch, the hail was golf ball size and running into it would have been ill advised and remarkably stupid. All I could do was stand and watch the destruction rain down from the heavens.

Even Ebie was too stunned by the spectacle that she didn't cower under the bed or bark. She just cocked her head and watched hail pelt the neighborhood. This morning, the streets were covered with a fine, brown powder that were the remains of any dead leaves, which had been effectively ground up by the storm.

While Lucius is in ‘hospital’, I will have a lovely rental car, I’m sure. Perhaps I should take a road trip and put a few thousand miles on it. Hmmmm. . . any ideas?

 PERSONAL NOTE: Sliante! O m'anam, xo ~j

 CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Happy Birthday to one of four!