Of Raindrops and Real Estate

Happy Fourth of July, y'all! It was a very restful day today. I slept late, watched soccer in a bar, and went to the Braves-Cardinals game.

Sweet Georgia Brown Dog woke me up early for a walk, which is a bit of a blessing, since it is only 80 degrees or so at 7 am. UGH! We walked and I read a bit, and then dozed off again. Imagine my chagrin to be awakened at 1:41 to make plans for our soccer watching.

I have no townhouse related news to report. I signed the official copies of everything on Saturday, and am now just waiting on the loan documents, and the 14th to roll around.

It is a bit wierd to walk by the other unit. I see it several times a day, while I am out with the Brown One. It seems odd to think that in just a few weeks, I will be schlepping all of my stuff down the sidewalk into the new place. I hope Miss Brown can adapt quickly to a new set of stairs and a new porch.

The Braves didn't fare too well tonight. Our starting pitching let us down again. Thompson gave up runs in the first three innings and was pulled in the fourth. There were a lot of ominous clouds, but it wasn't as hot and miserable as it was on Saturday. By the top of the 6th, it had started to rain, and it continued pouring for almost an hour. We waited under cover for a while and made a break for it.

By the time I got home, Small Brown was hiding under one of my club chairs. She still isn't a big fan of thunder and lightning.