before the storm

The last three days I've been doing a deep clean on the kitchen. It looks worse now than when I started. It's gone from ugly to embarrassingly ugly. But now all the cupboards close. I've pretty much decided  to get a part-time job and all the money I earn will go into the kitchen fund.  Or maybe a miracle will happen and everyone who I "loaned" money too will pay me back. $30K here, $10K there, it adds up to a kitchen.

Last night I had planned on going to Aqua Zumba, but it was cancelled because of yet another storm. It had been sunny all day. Instead Lydia and I went for a short walk up to the playground and back. I picked that because it was flat, and there were many options to turn around and make a beeline home if the storm materialized.

Additionally, I've been seeing a old cop car -- maybe early 50s -- on Stanley Avenue near the park. It's doors read "Zombie Response Team". I thought it would be fun to take pics of it.

We had just passed the old American Legion and Lydia yelled "Gayle. Look." I turned around and saw nothing. Then I followed her finger. Behind the houses was one of the Pink Heals fire trucks. We headed to the alley to try and find it.

We did. The man was trying to get it started. He was really nice and even allowed us on his property to take pictures.

Having success there, we headed up to see the Zombie cop car. It was gone. My guess is that it's at a show for the weekend. I might have to wait till mid-week to take pictures of it. One of Lydia's friends has a red 75 Ford Torino -- the Starsky and Hutch car. We might walk in her neighborhood to go look at it. I'm not much of a car person. Really, modern cars are meh. But classic/vintage cars are cool. And I love it when I get the pop-culture references.

Lydia swung for a while and then we headed out. We had reached Bergen street when the raindrops started to fall. Insteaof going out Delaware, we beelined it to Broadway and went straight home. The downpour happened within minutes.

Miles/Steps:   1.7
Weather:        high 80s, you could cut the humidity with a knife, dark, black clouds
Bathrooms:    I-4.5. The Fountain Hill park bathrooms were open and really, really nice. Not what I remember from childhood.
Extra:             The park was open for evening programs. The program aids were bored. No kids.