Stash

 I walked into town yesterday, to find someone who would fax one sheet of paper to our realtor. Found a postal shop who could do it for $2 per sheet to the mainland. I wish I had a scanner. As I was walking up the hill and out of our neighborhood I looked back over my shoulder and saw clouds so beautiful I had to stop, stare, be quiet. They were Hallelujah chorus clouds. 

Makes me also seriously wish I had a camera with me that could more accurately capture the scene.

It is raining as I type this. Soft, drizzly rain, and we are socked in gray skies. A far cry from yesterday.  But the winds are blowing, and bits of blue show here and there. There will be sun later.

I’ve swiped a plastic folding chair from our landlords makeshift shed, and I’m sitting at the utility table (also plastic and borrowed from landlords) in front of our window looking out into the purpley/blue flowered plumbago bushes in the yard. I’ve already drunk most of the coffee we brewed this morning (6 cups) and I’d like more. Time to break into the iced coffee stash in the fridge. It may be rainy, gray, and windy outside, but it is still warm enough for an iced beverage.