5:50 AM, twenty-five minutes before the first alarm was to sound, the thunder and lightning began.

Erma is the only pooch of the five that seems terrified of storms. We have had several storms since Col. Deeds arrived last February and he seems unaffected by them. As the storms moved in quickly, and more loudly, Erma was standing on her hind legs to stretch as much as she could into the bed where I could hold her. Since her arrival, she has never been on the bed or furniture except for a few nasty storms. While I held her at the side of the bed, Deeds have her comforting kisses.

I lingered in bed a bit longer to comfort her before rising to get their breakfast bowls ready. I did get the crew out to potty, but they promptly returned to the deck’s door. The heavy rains and storms will be moving through most of the morning. This storm front has also ignited my sinus pressure and MS. Argh…

FROZEN is beginning to grow on me. The tour is well done and is receiving rave reviews from patrons of all ages. My colleagues and friends who know theatre are quite impressed. I stepped into the hall to watch the costume change toward the end of “Let It Go,” and it deserved the thunderous applause it gathered.

I seldom watch television, but when I do, it is almost always a documentary on history, or “Aerial America,” or classic television on Pluto. There are several shows I will leave on because the host’s voice is interesting or calming. Martha Stewart is always one of my favorites. However, I have become a fan of Rick Steve’s European travel shows. As I prep for the day, I am listening to one of his episodes. It’s making me miss Europe a bit; however, those travel days are behind me, now.

The popular thought is “April’s showers bring May’s flowers.” Well, April is still lingering.

“The Rainy Day”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary…

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Make it a great day!