Never a Cloudy Day

“Ba de ya – say do you remember Ba de ya – dancing in September Ba de ya – never was a cloudy day” A karaoke voice¬†was singing the chorus loudly on a return trip from mom’s. I had been busy this morning, purging junk from a closet (smashed gift bows, crinkled tissue paper), before taking a Saturday drive to say “hello”, pay mom’s bills and deliver a spring jacket purchased for her earlier in the week. It began toRead more