tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4487924055421850684.post1207229396095220795..comments2023-10-30T07:01:52.036-04:00Comments on my half-glassed life: Rainy Days And SundaysCCWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15881549591986552627noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4487924055421850684.post-50649816667640656682010-03-22T10:27:50.160-04:002010-03-22T10:27:50.160-04:00Until we moved (we're renting until our house ...Until we moved (we're renting until our house sells), I had a porch to sit on while it rained. On the days I didn't teach, I yearned for rain, so I could just sit, knit, read, sip some steaming tea and listen. Of course, it always rained on my teaching days! Dog-gone it! I don't have my porch now! Sniff!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4487924055421850684.post-80537490633930072492010-03-21T16:05:47.145-04:002010-03-21T16:05:47.145-04:00I'm right there with you - nothing better on a...I'm right there with you - nothing better on a cold, rainy Sunday than curling up with a book and a cat! Enjoy!Dame Nuisancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02627547725026239348noreply@blogger.com