Mistaken pursuits
That moment, when the car coming in the opposite direction suddenly transforms into a dazzling light show; when you wonder what you’ve done wrong (while resting convinced that you’ve done nothing exceptional). As you pull toward the shoulder, and the car stops, across from you and then reverses (how do they do that so quickly), in pursuit of someone else, you realize that this doesn’t even qualify as “mistaken identity”. Just, a mistake, on your part. Not everyone cares about you, on the highway of life. For the record, I was just a passenger…
We now own an additional coffee machine. This one, carefully chose not for flavor but rather for dimensions. We have to assure the essential in our new kitchen of fortune, and espresso is near the top of that list. Tomorrow we’ll run some wet tests, but the machine is probably a keeper. All the others are too tall.
The dog has a new bed (a fancy name for a rugged pillow). He seems to be convinced of its comfort, and the “let me be while I sleep” signs are lit.
What else set the day apart? We had visitors from the camping gang; this particular couple leaves in the morning after two weeks of relative invisibility (the golf course cloaking device). We’ll see them on another calendar, and the proof that summer is just a brief pause in routine is once again demonstrated.
And it rained, several times, today. After more than a month of wishing, we’ve received a bountiful 4 mm since midnight (but there could be more). No standing puddles, when absorption is immediate. At least the brown should mutate to green in the grassy areas.
