Fickle Spring Weather

The porch was wet when I woke up around quarter after 9 this morning, definitely a sign it rained last night...and good and hard, from all the debris on the porch. By the time I was making chocolate chip buttermilk pancakes for Sunday breakfast, however, it was merely cloudy, windy, and unusually cool for this time of year.

I called Mom after breakfast, as I sipped mint green tea and listened to the Beatles show on WOGL. Mom was fine, other than she, too, was annoyed with the weather. They were in the midst of the showers that had soaked us the night before, and she wasn't thrilled. She'd wanted to work on planting the flowers in the boxes on her back patio. She and Keefe had spent the week working on the yard on and off; "on and off" because the weather had been just as crazy there as it was here. And though she hasn't talked to Rose yet, she did text her. Rose texted her back and said she was feeling better and out of school, but not much else. I really need to call her this week.

(The Beatles show was really good this week too, concentrating on solo Beatles efforts. Among other songs, I heard two of my favorites, John Lennon's "(Just Like) Starting Over" and Ringo Starr's "Oh My My.")

Work was steady when I came in, busy for the rest of the day. We'd run out of the right bags of Lays snack-size chips for a $5 for 5 dollars sale on Pepsi soda and Lays' products - for once, they did the right thing and clearly substituted other items that were around the same price, which seemed to work out just fine, as there were no really major problems. (Though they were starting to run out of the substitutes by the time I left...)