I blew my morning workout. I was doing fine until Squid walked in and changed the channel on the TV. Fortunately, I’d already managed to lift weights and do sit-ups, or it would have been a total disaster. He loves to watch Maury Povitch, only he puts it on, and then leaves the room to work elsewhere. Darn him. Usually, I’m on the elliptical machine or the treadmill by then, so I’m a captive audience. They have some of the dumbest  drama queens I’ve ever seen on it. If I wanted to watch people screaming at each other, or making total asses of themselves, I could have watched a televised Congressional hearing on balancing the budget instead. Anyway, today’s show kept my interest for some bizarre reason, oh, I remember now, some stupid woman wanted to  marry the father of her two children, who by the way, fathered nine…count em’ nine…children; only he wouldn’t marry her unless she could prove he was the father. Well, he was. She was so sure they’d be married she wore a wedding dress and veil on the show. Trouble was she voluntarily took a lie detector test which said she had cheated on him with one of his friends…during a threesome. Well, he wanted no part of her then.  Dummy, weren’t you the one who’s male friend was in the threesome? So, he refused to marry her, she’s crying hysterically, and Maury says to tune back in a few weeks to see if they worked it out. AND, FOR THIS, I WASTED MY WORKOUT.
                 
I finally got to play pool last night with Confidante and Mr. Pool. I think I lost both games. They were good games though. 
                 
I had one of those unexpected lunches today with my friend M.  The restaurant had a special summer menu and today’s drink was sangria. I haven’t had one in a while, and she just got back from the beach (even though Myrtle Beach isn’t exactly tropical, it does have sand), so we decided to split one. Then, I ordered a soft shell crab sandwich. I must say it was one of the best I’ve ever had, and considering I’m a crab myself, I should know. This one didn’t have an over-powering amount of Old Bay Seasoning on it. It was juicy and
lightly breaded. I may just go back for another one soon.
                 
It looked like it was going to rain after supper tonight, and I was afraid I’d get cheated out of my evening repose outside; so I beat it down to the patio before it started. I got in a good forty minutes and then the skies opened up. But, I decided not to leave. I was enjoying the evening air, and durn it, this was MY time. So, I curled up under an awning and just sat there watching it pour down around me. The overhang created a drip on the canvas covering on a bench before me. The drip created a rhythm. The rhythm created a
beat, and I created a musical picture on the canvas. I was mesmerized until Mr. Pool came out on his break, and broke the spell.




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