Today's Rain

It reminds me of that evening in August of 2005. Zoey and myself were driving home, heading north on the access road of IH35 between Airport and 38th. Red light turns green, all things seemingly normal. Then smash, we are suddenly pushed off the road, under the over pass and stop about a foot from the solid cement pillar. We are okay, our cute little Spectra is trashed. Behind us is a white Honda, also trashed. The driver is a young girl, shaken to the core but okay.

I wanted to punch her. Her shoulders shook violently as she cried and profusely apologized. She couldn't stop looking at Zoey. I did, really want to punch her - she could have killed us.

Instead I hugged her and told her it was okay, that cars could be replaced. I wonder if she's a better driver these days....

The hustle and bustle of a yard

Spring has sprung. The former owners of this house were blessed with green thumbs and now I get to enjoy the fruits of their labor. There are roses every shade of pink and with the window open the breeze blows their sweetness right in. There are bumble bees and butterflies flitting around all the other flowers that I will probably never learn to identify - a lot of different purple, pink and yellow ones. The cactus is budding, the pecan trees are finally waking back up. My yard is full of happy birds pecking at the moldy bread I just threw out. Puff is sitting on the widow sill wishing he could catch a fat bird. Everything is beautiful today - with the exception of the angry man who just pulled up across the street and is cussing loudly into his cell. Weirdo, get outta my hood.