Howie Good

Rainy Weather

Today was a good day. It rained. Rained and rained.
We stayed inside. You knit some more of the baby
blanket. I practiced a new fingerpicking pattern on
the ukulele. The mail came – a BJ’s circular. Lunch
was cold pasta salad. Afterwards, we played classic
Monopoly on the coffee table. You were the Scottie.
I was the racing car. You would have won easy if we
had managed to finish the game. It was raining, really
raining, raining as hard as ever, when we just looked
at each other and got up from the board and climbed to
the bedroom and furiously set about unmaking the bed.

Howie Good likes to stay up late.