Breathing & Bagels In Buckets

Man Alive! it rained a lot today. Laura had a doctor's appointment this morning for her rub. She's been taking medicine that's seemed to work for the most part but the past couple days the rub has made a heroic return, so we went in at 8:30, in the downpour.

Doctor prescribed her an inhaler saying she may have a minor form of acute asthma, but overall didn't seem too concerned. She's to come back in about seven months, for no reason in particular.

We had an hour or so to kill before she had to jet off thru the Water Gap so, in lieu of me getting a haircut, we hit the main drag in the cats & dogs and stopped in at Grandpa Pete's for a little morning pastry and warm beverage.

Grandpa Pete's is a quaint little shop on downtown Stroudsburg's Main Street that functions under the guise of anything belonging to 1920's culture. They have a sandwich menu that reads like this: The Charlie Chaplin, The Little Rascals, The 23 Skidoo & The Greta. We instead went for the apple danish and hot tea (me) and the french toast bagel with a can of Pepsi throwback (Laura & company).

With a few minutes left on the meter we stalked who we thought was the doctor at the holistic center (it wasn't her) and then braved the rain once again just to flip thru a few records at the local vinyl dive (also a strikeout).

Rain aside, or not, more mornings should be like this.