I am back to walking, trying to rebuild stamina after several weeks of staying off my foot due to ingrown toenail issues and the resulting correction by a podiatrist. Eek! Needles and scalpel! Actually I don’t know if he used a scalpel to remove the left side of the offending toenail. I was a big weenie. After seeing the needle action, I didn’t watch the rest. I just scrunched my eyes shut and did that Lamaze panting. It worked. Evidently it was a perfect toenail delivery.
Anyway, with husband Walter off from driving the school bus for the summer, we are braving the heat and humidity and walking after dinner. Yesterday we paused on the other side of our circle for me to snap a closeup of one of the pink blooms on an oleander bush. As I struggled to maintain balance while keeping the camera steady, fat raindrops started plopping.
I frantically stuffed my little Canon back in its case. A little rain wouldn’t hurt hubby or me, but I didn’t want to take a chance with the camera that I can use with one hand only.
Our rain-spotted street
The precipitation was over in moments. In the few minutes that it took us to make it on around to our side of the circle, the only evidence of the brief event was a pattern of wet spots on the asphalt. The shadows are hubby’s and mine.