Big rain, but a just a little rain in the scheme of things, has brought big change to the growing things here. A little more later today they say.
There were 2 cabins in one day. There was a lot of need for quiet time. They remain nameless. Just small cloths.
There was an old friend who turned out not to be a friend at all. Maybe I never really knew her at all. I wonder how often that happens. We often say forgive and forget, but what is said is said and then well, it cannot be unsaid. It is always said. And I wasn't born yesterday.
And there was tragedy. This is a small town. Not much here. And maybe not even my kind of town as I look at most of my urban and suburban life. But I have come to know people here, simple working people with pick-up trucks and a trade. Just people. Mixed ethnically. Not of this group or that group. Nobody seems to care when it comes to getting through the day or getting things done. Neighbors. Human Beings. Last night, a call from, let's call him tree guy, a call to say , let's call him roof guy, a call to say roof guy was just killed in a motorcycle accident. He collided with a vulture that was after roadkill and then with a parked car. I am not much one for funerals. I will call, let's call her roof guy's wife, call her. She who lost her only son in a bike accident a few years before we moved here. She who never really seems to have recovered from that loss. Since I met her I have felt like I know her. We've never talked much.