My mother-in-law's friend, the one whose cancer inspired me to cut my hair, came last night to the end of her struggle. She was 47.
It is certainly not among my best beloved characteristics how immediately the whims of my mood affect everything. I was in a woebegone mood this noon and knew it, so I just paddled casually.
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No rain had fallen for the four weeks between 90 minutes after we took delivery of five cubic yards of fill and two days ago. Friday evening the thunderheads delivered their goods here instead of east of here, and we had a deluge.
Temporary no-parking signs close off one bit of our street for construction. We watched two float past on the torrent, spinning, lifted clear despite their manhole cover-sized bases.
The catmint lay under the brunt, flattening their ears back in distaste. My potted cherry tomato plant got drowned--I didn't realize how poorly I had provided for its drainage. The pears are noticeably bigger today; the last of the overripe cherries were beaten from their pips, and I had a nightmare about getting lost in the weeds of the backyard.
And the basement stayed dry as a bone.