Day Two Hundred Nineteen 2013

Lesson for the day: Never park your car beside a road that floods in a heavy downpour. That little red car is mine. I went to climb in after Neil and I had finished our subs and had waited out the heavy rain, never thinking that the car coming toward me on that street was going to drive through that flood and send a giant wave of water into me. If I hadn’t had my umbrella over me, I would have been drenched from head to toe.  I still got soaked from chest to Crocs. And was about to get soaked again, but the next car in line took pity on me and slowed down enough so that the wave wasn’t a tsunami. It's funny because we were sitting in a window booth, watching this road start to flood when I took this random picture, and I was thinking that anybody standing out there on the sidewalk would get drowned by the wave from a passing car. Well, duh! [Where's a surf board when you need one?]

Day Three Hundred Thirty One 2012

“Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.” Not really. Mondays don’t bother me much—other than it’s laundry day around my house—and we could use some rain right now. Keeps all those huge piles of leaves on my street from blowing back into the yards. Will the city ever come along and suck them all up? Anyway, you know what gets me down? That song—Rainy Days and Mondays. Karen Carpenter’s voice on this one totally convinces me that she’s having a bad day. She did have a beautiful voice. I had forgotten that she was an exceptional drummer. Have a listen if you’re in the mood.

always gets me down

Day One Hundred Four 2012

Friday night life in my small town usually means people are looking for some place to eat. I just noticed I caught the time on the dashboard clock at 7:22. The days are certainly getting longer. Happy TGIF!

Day Three Hundred Fifty Five 2011

"So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, fest, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!!"
- Susan Cooper, The Shortest Day
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Wishing my brother in law, Terry Sissom, a very happy 55th birthday!

Day Three Hundred Forty One 2011

Here today. Gone today. Big huge fat flakes of wet snow came down hard at lunch time today, coating windshields and grass, which sent a panic through the county school system. Kids went home at one o’clock. The snow was gone about a half hour later. Best to err on the side of caution, of course. It was beautiful while it lasted.