The Gods, without over thinking it, are a perverse bunch with a lousy sense of humor. If I thought about it, I’d probably come to the same conclusion.
Who else would have an office to punish good deeds.
I waited three days for the rains to let up to finish that mowing job. On the afternoon of the third day, a day of night rains, of sunshine, on the afternoon around four in the afternoon, I thought, do the forty five minutes and finish it up.
I climbed onto the tractor and set up. I did note that it seemed to be turning cooler as I drove over to the site and the clouds seemed to be lowering as I dropped the mower, and the wind picked up.
Two rounds later a drop of rain hit me, half a round later I was headed home, soaked to the skin, three layers, cold and miserable. The sky’s opened and I got hissed upon. Job not done. I got home, stripped, showered to bring up the old skin temperature – looked out at clear sky. The rain had stopped.
I finished the job this morning. It was cold and windy. But it is done.
I’m confused and irritated, and comfortable, hunched over my soup bowl as I am and reading the headlines.
That did confuse me. I mean, a man is charged, a woman is due in court. The article does finally straighten things out, but it is more than one dead.
From the reaches,