Sometimes when you sit down to write, your mind comes up blank, that's the case today. Although, I could tell you about last week, in a heavy rain, I had a waterfall over the edge of my eaves rather than a steady flow out the spout. There was a bit of a lake forming beside my neighbors house so I thought I should do something about it. I could tell you about setting up the ladder and clearing leaves from my eaves and the satisfying burst of debris out the end of the downspout. Then I would have to tell you about the loss of footing and sudden fall, and of course I would have to explain how my chin hitting each rung on the way down slowed my descent. I would have to mention the unsightly bruise, I can't really hide it because I'm not sure there's anything I dislike more than facial hair. I could tell that story but there's a chance my older sister Betty Jo would ring me up to scold me for going up on a ladder. Doesn't matter if it is raining or not she does not like me on a ladder, the rain does make it worse. Yeah, I better not tell the story.
I got nothing.
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