Forty days and forty nights (and then some) without rain in this city known for rain, and I can finally sit upstairs in my solitary suite, in a fur coat, and listen to the rain on the roof.
Tara, I wish I knew how old it was. It was an odd gift from my late sister-in-law, who was a most unusual person. I was downstairs last night talking to Reilly, and saw it hanging in his closet (long story), so I put it on, went upstairs where it was cold, turned on the computer and the rest is history....
Listening to rainfall on the roof, is one of my favourite pastimes. No fur coat, however.
ReplyDeletemy gawd, how old is that coat?
ReplyDeleteI, too, love sitting listening to the rain on the roof, or hitting the windows. I could also do it in a fur coat, with a scotch on the rocks.
Yes, that is what I would do, too ; )
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ReplyDeleteTara, I wish I knew how old it was. It was an odd gift from my late sister-in-law, who was a most unusual person. I was downstairs last night talking to Reilly, and saw it hanging in his closet (long story), so I put it on, went upstairs where it was cold, turned on the computer and the rest is history....
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