Another wet morning.
Another grey day. Another run of emptiness, nothing to say. You get up in the morning and do what you have to. The thunder rolls this morning; life goes on; we all get rained on.
School should just about be done for the youngsters. The summer ahead of them - what a great stretch of time. They don't know it. How soon it will disappear. We waste our summers as children, don't we, not realizing the joy we enjoy?
Water runs heavy in the gutters along Washington Street. The intensity of the rain increases. The Grand River is a little swollen and full of itself.
The County is messing with Highway E north out of Fairwater. Driving feels a little like having a cavity drilled. This is not going to be fun if it takes as long to finish as it took them to complete the stretch from Five Corners to Ripon. Grumble, grumble.
Just south of Five Corners a new colt of a donkey leans against its mother, both of them hunched against the rain.
The new asphalt leading into Ripon shines like a mirror.
In the parking lot at work, the flag blows east to west.
same day, same grey here
Posted by: the sylph | June 05, 2007 at 02:07 PM
Hi, Sylph--Every day is different and the same, ay?
Posted by: Tom Montag | June 14, 2007 at 10:50 AM