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 Timrod Park, Florence, SC I have a new schedule for fiction writing. I am excited but haven't started it.  I have never watched Roseanne Barr's TV show. Not even on YouTube since I don't own a TV. No, I've never given Ms. Barr's acting much thought or attention until reading about the cancelation of Roseanne's TV show and this Valerie Jarrett mess. Makes you wonder how phony are most people? Disastrous and sad...  Today, I was ebullient and happy in the rain. I watched white water rushing down Timrod creek like wild rapids and down into Gully Branch underneath Cherokee Road. The rushing water reminded me of being 8-years old again and I would put on my boots and yellow raincoat with hood and go out into the rain with one of my toy boats that I loved to see drifting and rocking down a rushing stream of water at the curve of a dirt road. The stream ran toward a canal-like ditch that led down into an irrigation pond. I would have to run fast with my dog Brownie right behind me to rescue the boat and its pretend people from overturning into the ditch. Sometimes, the stormy waters moved the boat so fast I would fall down, reach out my hand to grab it but...the current swept the boat down into the ditch and it floated away out of sight.   
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 The internet is a wide wonderful world. For example, you can go back into time and see a TV show you watched growing up as a kid like Lost in Space, one of my favorites then, a CBS primetime fantasy/sci-fi serial about the Robinson family, particularly son Will Robinson, the Robot, and Doctor Smith. After reading about an episode about a talking carrot rebellion and how Guy Williams and June Lockhart could not stop laughing or do their lines with a straight face because of the ludicrous script, I wanted to see an episode I had no memory of seeing. I found a high-quality version with most of the 83 episodes in its three seasons on TV. I spent the day watching episodes of Lost in Space re-living a childhood when I thought this show was the most awesome creation in the world. I was pleased to learn from Wikipedia that Lost in Space was also the favorite show of John F. Kennedy, Jr. growing up in the 1960s. That blurb made me smile... Of course, now as an adult, I found the entire series silly.  It is dark and stormy and the top of the trees droop in the hard rain pounding the black asphalt parking lot. All I want to do is go back to bed with you and cuddle and whisper sweet nothings in your ear and we fall back to sleep in each other's arms...later in bed it is warmer, the lamp is on and you are sleeping and the rain is still pouring like a song when I untangle myself from you and write a little to past the time, then fix pictures in Adobe Lightroom and post them. You sleep deeply and happily and I hear you snoring softly like a kitten purring. I smile watching your lips move. Do you know you smile in your sleep? I wonder yet what do you dream. O, Listen to that rain beating against the asphalt and top of cars in the lot and thunder drums in distance like the climax to a great opera...such is sound as beautiful as your snoring beside me.
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