In these dark days, I only have two questions.
1. Why, when the weather is bad, do drivers take more chances? Two drivers sped out in front of me. When I beeped my horn, one woman held her hands out of the window in a praying attitude. Huh? It's better than the finger gesture, I guess. Is she praying for me? Or the gods of weather? Or random bad driving?
2. Why do home owners paint their large rocks in their yard white? Or aqua? This is, I think, one of the great mysteries.
Tonight, while driving home, I stopped rather suddenly for three mallards who were crossing the road. They seemed unconcerned. Maybe they're like careless drivers, tempting fate.
Ravi Shankar died recently. His daughter will carry on.
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On my walk, I pass a yard in which every plant and tree is surrounded by white rocks. I mean, piles of them. It's bizarre and yet...tidy.
Who knows? As you say, all part of the great mystery of life.
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