Oh shit it's the end of the day & I haven't written anything. Maybe I'm afraid you haven't forgiven me for my self-indulgent birthday show? If it helps, on my birthday night, the moon turned red. I'm sure I'll be talking about that with my therapist for, well, moons & moons.
There's also an update about the cat who lived in my garage but I'm way behind with gathering stuff for the Tuesday Morning Blend tomorrow. I'm also rather tired.
Can I get a raincheck on today's blog post? Or is that how it works. Maybe I should give you a rain check. It occurs to me that I didn't know why we called rain checks rain checks. There used to be a store near where we lived called TG&Y & I remember my mother wanting something that wasn't in store & being offered a rain check. She refused, & I asked her what a rain check was & she said she didn't know but it probably would cost her more money if she took it. I wonder if she ever found out what it was.
Anyway, here's what the Wikipedia says about the origin of the phrase: "Since at least 1870, baseball teams would reissue tickets in case of postponement due to rain, which became known as rain checks." Fascinating how a baseball term found its way into five & dime stores, & grocery stores, & all manner or places.
This, this is why I don't get anything done! My brain is a sprawling mess. Well, maybe tomorrow there'll be some focus. But. Don't count on it.
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