"Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head"

This song was certainly appropriate here, today, with rain on and off all day long. It's an appropriately spring-thing in this part of the country, and I don't mind. Spring rain has a smell all of its own, a bit harsher than the summer and fall rains. I like it. I like this song, too, though that's mostly for the fact that it was a song I sang as a kid, though I have no idea in what context. Was it a song I heard on the radio? Did my mother have a record? Do young people today even know what a record is? 'Just drop the needle anywhere': how dated is that saying?

Today felt like a day of accomplishments, and that makes me feel so entirely capable and happy. I bought the software to do our taxes this weekend, since our accountant dropped off the face of the earth at some point in the last year. I installed a new toilet seat for the first time. I took my first knitting class (and learned two ways to decrease, two ways to increase, and how to pick up new stitches with a different yarn). We now have two more working faucets than we did twenty four hours ago, and we know a reliable, competent, plumber. (My daughter wanted to know if he 'plumbed'. Did he? Why don't we use that as a verb, if it's 'plumber' and 'plumbing'?) I got a large order of yarn, with which various small projects will be realized. I have a date for the upcoming wine festival in Pittsburgh: someone fabulous to drink with, always a very fine thing. Life is, yet again, very good. I feel wealthy with all sorts of possibilities and promise.