Storm Clouds

I’ve worn off that big goofy grin I had since Saturday; I’ve still been pretty happy up until the point that I opened the news. Paris is burning, the president is unaware of the U.S. using torture while the vice-president defends its use, Bill Maher thinks homeschooling is dangerous because all the homeschool parents are right-wing Christian fundamentalists. It kind of takes my glowing smile away.

Then Littlest Boy and I sang The Itsy-Bitsy Spider and I had hope again.

We sat on the back porch today and watched great black storm clouds sweeping up from the northwest, but there was no rain. I set up a sprinkler, we put on swimming suits and danced like pagans in the water.

Good times.