Time Keeps Moving Along at a

pretty steady pace  ("time" developing into a major quip theme, if you'll notice, Reader Dear).

And rain keeps falling from the sky at irregular intervals.

During one of those intervals lately there was a graduation party for a grandniece of the Yard Man.  It was Sunday afternoon, at a local park, idyllic, except for the rainstorm.  Though, Reader Dear, if the glass is half full (of rainwater), then the rain provided an interesting layer of splashing and fun for the kids.  Two of my small actors were in attendance and their enthusiasm was not the slightest bit dampened (no pun intended) by the rain!

(Especially attractive to the younger set:  frosting on the lid of the cupcake holder.  They swarmed like bees to the nectar!)

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The following Sunday a fundraising event was held at another local park.  The Yard Man and I and a handful of our descendants waited eagerly, and quite a while, for the food stands to open.  As it developed,  there could have been an announcement made: "We will begin serving food at the first drop of rain!"

 Due to the difficulties of dealing with the falling rain--the many choices of foods at multiple stands,  lack of a dry picnic table, and the simple fact that I did not have a third hand with which to handle a phone in addition to an umbrella,  I got separated from other family members. 

(What I'm trying to say, Reader Dear, is that I ate alone in the car with a dripping umbrella at my feet and rain beating a rhythm on the roof.  The food was exceptionally delicious, but no one to hear my exclamations of delight  [You, Dear Listener, are welcome to use your imagination]).

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