Rain and More Rain

Basically that is all this summer has consisted of weather-wise. With the exception of a couple days, it has rained and rained, and it's still raining. There hasn't been any ungodly hot weather at all. Where is summer? Why have I not been going to concerts? Why haven't I been to the beach? Am I really complaining? Not really. It's just been a different summer, that's all. I am starting to remember what I did when I was at home in Stafford. Listen to music, read, decide to do things like learn to play guitar because I get overly motivated. Talk seriously with my dad about finishing the house - cleaning everything out of here and laying down the floors, then putting real doors on, finishing the siding, etc. To do this, everything in this house needs to disappear. All of my mother's stuff. Junk piled upon junk piled upon junk. Most of it could be thrown out or recycled. Do we use it? Not really. I can only imagine if this house was the beautiful house it should have been. My dad walked me around and explained what it was supposed to be like. I wish it had been. My parents deserve it. Time for dinner.