The rain has stopped, at least for the moment. The fireflies are coming out of the woods into the meadow. They're early but the overcast has come back and it's already almost dark out there.
I called my son this afternoon, and learned in the course of the conversation that my daughter has rescued an old horse she found somewhere. Right now it is at a stables up where she lives, but it wouldn't surprise me to see it down here eventually. We used to have horses here when she was a teenager. Wouldn't hurt to have a few again, maybe even a burro. This horse is 18 years old. I have a lot more sympathy for old animals now than I did when I was younger. I figure, just because you are an old ferret, or old horse, or old dog, or an old human, doesn't mean you can't enjoy life anymore. The animals just need a refuge from people.
While I was in town today I stopped to enjoy the sight of the Burgher King flooding. It was built down in a hole off the road (most of the town is built on fill ) and the water was running down the hillside in a massive torrent and right under the door into the dining area. I suppose it's mean of me but it was nice to see a catastrophe that doesn't effect me personally.
Walmart had six boxes of Winchester .40 S&W and two boxes of Privi Partisan .40 S&W, but I didn't buy any today. I noticed they had raised the price $3.00 per box since last week. Just stopped in to buy a bag of cat food and didn't want to hang around in there as every octogenarian in the county was there. I'm no spring chicken myself but I am constantly amazed at the things really old people do. Two of them stood in the entrance with their buggies and completely blocked access to the store while the line got longer and longer behind them. One old lady would turn around and look at all the people waiting to go through the door, then just turn back and keep talking. Finally some middle aged woman suggested they get their ample backsides out of the door and they meandered off, still talking. If I ever get to that point I hope I have the grace to drink hemlock or exit in some other painless way. Maybe I'll get one of those little electric buggies they ride around in and do a kamikaze crash into the jewelry counter.
Time to start thinking about what to make for supper. I'm getting burnt out on hamburgers.