I suspect it takes me back to childhood homes in Liberia, West Africa.
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Michael and Stacia went over to Mom G's to work on the "river room." They report minimal progress. The boys and I stayed here to continue plodding through school.
By 3 p.m. the steady, continual, pounding on the roof by the rain was getting a tad bit old. I wondered if one could go crazy listening to rain. I can't succumb to cabin fever on day 1.
The rain let up, the Chicken Divan (and Veggie Divan) in the oven, Michael and I took Yuuki for a walk. Everything is fresh. All the dust is washed away. The noise stopped for a couple of hours. I can do this.
It's 11 p.m. and it's raining again - but I love the sound of rain on the roof of the Caboose.
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