Good morning GH. It is just about 4:30 in the AM, and we have a current temperature of 74 - 76 humid degrees as we head for an even more humid high of 84. That 30% chance of rain on Monday became a 100% reality. We had a gully washer that added to the humidity. There is a similar chance of T-storms today. As I said yesterday, Sugar the Weather Dog will let me know for sure.

Speaking of Sugar the Weather Dog, she was downstairs with us yesterday in the AM awaiting breakfast. Before I could get her to take me for a walk, she did the best impression of a frightened dog as she headed for her upstairs hide-e-hole. I couldn't get her to go out until later in the afternoon. Once she hears a clap of thunder all bets are off. Believe me, she knows her stuff when it comes to the weather.

Yesterday, I went to the local health food store twice. First in the rain and later in the afternoon. I also went to the library after I finished my latest book. I am now set to begin my next book, Drinking With Men: A Memoir, by Rosie Schaap. I read about this book months ago in the NY Times Book Review and I have been waiting for it to be available at our local library. No comments on what it is like yet.

Otherwise, I played some guitar and baked a new loaf of banana nut bread using a totally new recipe. That activity was the only thing that caused Sugar to leave her hide-e-hole long enough to assume her role as household sous dog.

I thought that I might pick up where I left off on the tale of Jack and Mary. I don't want to get too verbose today, but I will write a few words.

As I noted yesterday, our life together would get and is still interesting. We did fall in love, we did get married in September of 1973, but not without some additional adventures. Since we had our first date in May of 1973, getting married just three short months later might qualify as a whirlwind romance. But somehow, I knew it was right. Fortunately for me, Mary thought so too, so it was just a matter of making the arrangements.

After a meeting with Father Burke from Mary's church, and vowing to raise any children in the Catholic faith, we had what we needed; a church in which to get married and a clergy person to marry us. At that time in history, we had to get blood tests at the hospital before getting a marriage license, something that I don't think is done anymore, at least no the blood tests. I think a liense is still a requirement. Amazing that a marriage needs a license from the county in which you reside.

We were on our way to the altar in a few weeks. Back then, I had a great head of curly hair and the requisite 1970s haircut and mutton chop sideburns and mustache. Mary had her hair cut as she mostly did in those days, in a short and very becoming cut that went well with her glasses. We called them Fearless after the cartoon character Fearless Fly. Of course what would a day in our life be without adventure.

One night I was at the gas station when the phone rang and Mary said, "I was in a car accident and I can't get up." Now that's not what I wanted to hear just a few days before our wedding. So it was time to panic.

Oh well, time to move along. I'll write more next time.

Today, more guitar, more reading, and more housecleaning as Mary works. Not much else. What's not to like?

In sports, the boys in blue continued their quest for a losing record, losing to the Dodgers on the coast 2 - 6 to fall further into the abyss. The Tigers fell to the Athletics 6 - 8 and they are down to a 5.5 game lead over the Tribe. Miggy did hit another home run, his 41st. My beloved Red Sox now have a 1.5 game lead over the Rays and the off day allowed them to get ready for the arrival of the Orioles tonight. The Caps once again topped the Cougars, 4 - 1. They are still languishing down the charts in their league, but they have a plus two game record.

So, that's about it for now. The train woke me earlier and that's why I'm here now. Ciao.