Rain again. We are not used to rain here, and no one is used to driving on the oil slick roads the rain brings.
The Captain drove to “Salvation Mountain,” out in the back country this week. They call it outsider art now, but I used to love the term “naive art.” I thought that described the passionate untrained art that some folks make. She drove home in fog and light rain extolling the magic of it all.
No magic for the cops. Three hundred some accidents a day….always, it seems. No magic for grandparents either. We kept straight non-judgmental faces as the eldest grandson Aaron called to ask for assistance. He’d rolled his car. His first car. Pictures of it are on Facebook and caused the expert grampa G to say it was totaled.
Roses like the rain tho.