Well, the rain is not here yet. I certainly hope it has not veered away from Athens. There was a little mist last night and it's still very overcast, but they had predicted 6 inches of rain, and I planned on waking up to it!

My Dad came and planted some things yesterday morning in anticipation of rain. Ray and I had pancakes and walked out to the newspaper and went to the Fellowship. Just the women sang, a Holly Near song about unions in honor of Labor Day. It was not our best effort, but the congregation seemed to like it. There were only about a dozen of us--and four parts.

After the service, we came home for lunch, leftovers. Then it was time to look at the Want Ads. There it was, a job someone had mentioned to me the week before: part-time, working with the Board at Sandy Creek Nature Center. I had been looking forward to finding out more about it. Salary $10 an hour! I was enraged--really, that is what I am worth (if I am lucky)? To top it off, a friend wanted to go shopping. For fun, I watched her pick out things to try on. Because she has a professional job and needs lots of clothes. If I were working, I would not spend my money on new clothes. I have plenty. And if I did need something new, I would probably buy it at a thrift store.

Then we went to dance class. A young man with a sexy accent was teaching the Argentine tango. It was very fun, but hard for us. The beat in the music was not always clear and I had trouble recognizing what Ray was doing (since I am supposed to follow, not lead). I think tango is not our dance!

We came home and made supper, anticipating the rain would start any minute, but nothing. We watched TV and went to bed...