When the Spawn was very small (and even in her early school years), I’d sing to her at bedtime, and because I’ve been listening to the Beatles since I was a kid, their songs made up much of the bedtime repertoire. Her favorite song (and one of mine) was this one:
Maybe it’s still her favorite (although I know she’s also a big fan of “For No One”, so it may have changed.) I hope she can still stand it after this weekend, though, because we’re under a low pressure system that will draw moisture from Hurricane Joaquin, hundreds of miles away, and dump it on Mondoville and environs — we’re expecting somewhere around a foot of rain over the next three days. The Mid-Century Mondohaus is on (and partially in) the slope of a hill, so we’re hoping that any flooding will flow past us. Even if/when a nearby creek floods, we’re on the much higher Western side of the creek. If you were to think of the creek as running through the nadir of a ––J, we’re on the serif plane, not the dashes. Still, I’m concerned, and Mrs. M and I have sandbagged the sliding glass doors on the lower level.
On the brighter side (meteorologically at least), I’m looking forward to attending my first Bouchercon — the World Mystery Convention/conference in Raleigh, NC next week. I’ll even be making an appearance at a local library in conjunction with the con:
If you run into me while you’re there, I apologize and should really look where I’m going. I’ll be the soggy one.
Stay dry, everybody!