Tuesday, August 2, 2011
One foot in front of the other.
Both pics taken with the iphone.
Big, dark clouds rolled through DC yesterday afternoon, but they could not gather themselves together to create rain. I heard thunder, but not a drop of water fell. It seemed to me there was a lot of antipathy and conflict ongoing among the cloud people. They could not come together. It happens.
I walked around for an hour after work, shaking the rain stick, asking ... begging ... for some rain, to no avail. After all these things are way out of my hands, but I figure it never hurts to ask, right? Why not?
One thing I love about living on Capitol Hill is that, as part of this village, my strange behavior is tolerated almost universally. As I walked around, I asked friends, neighbors and perfect strangers to give the stick a shake or two. Everyone humored me.
While there was no rain, at least I had some fun before coming home, watering the garden, then tucking myself into the fabulously fly-free chateau for the evening. Shrugs shoulders. The Summer of Discontent is far from over. Oh well. Such is life.
However, this, too, shall pass. It will, hey? I say hey.