Second, I feel so bad about all the celebrity deaths this week. I'm sad about Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett. They were both ill and it's not that these were so shocking as they were a loss of reminders of my childhood. I watched the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson and Ed as often as I could and in my opinion, there's been no one yet to replace them successfully. Farrah Fawcett was an idol to this young Nina. I had the Farrah hairdo as a teenager and even did some amateur bathing suit poses trying to look like her. I always thought she was beautiful, until the day she died. Then there's Michael Jackson. That was a shock. He was a little crazy in later years, but I loved watching him perform. No one can deny that he was a musical master. Such a sad life, though. Now today, Billy Mays. I don't know much about him, but it seems everyone knows his name and face. And again, only 50. They say these deaths come in threes, but the list seems to be growing fast beyond that.
Third, this weather around here stinks. We have about one good summer day and then four or five cold and rainy. Summer in Western PA is too short to have this many bad days. My flowers are getting too much water and my brain is not getting enough sunshine. I try to make the best of it and get caught up on inside projects and hobbies.
This has been a relaxing, do what I want, and sit on my butt all day kind of day. And I have thoroughly enjoyed it. I needed it. Nobody is calling, nobody is stopping by, and I may just have cereal for my Bob and me for dinner. Good thing I don't have too many days like this or I could get real lazy and fat.
