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.
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.
ReplyDeleteWho knows? As you say, all part of the great mystery of life.