Beautiful bright day. Husband in suit. Coffee in kitchen. Crash outside. Chinaberry tree on car. Husband in van, wife on cell, burly men in boots --with big tools! -- coming, no doubt followed by even bigger bills.
I shouldn't have started blogging about storms and what's it's like to get hit out of the clear blue sky on a beautiful day [1]! If I belonged in that mystical-superstitious majority meme, I might take this as a sign to shut up. But I don't and I won't, so none of us will get off that easily.
Still, I think I'll choose to take it as some sort of sign, a reminder at least. You just never, never know what you'll wake up to each day. Florida IS Cirque du Soleil - Circus of the Sun [2]. We need a petition drive down here, to confiscate the name and get our official state motto changed. . .
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