I almost forgot. A storm rages even as I try to think of what to say. Thunder rolls like there's a bowling tournament going on in the heavens. Rain drums an odd syncopation that keeps me guessing which direction the water's coming from. Perhaps the four corners? Austin has had twenty-two consecutive days of rain. Such flooding! I gave up on keeping a tally for us two weeks ago.
There's nothing I can do about the storm except wait, and since I'm not great at doing nothing, I did something. I did it quickly in case the lights fail. I drew fast, colored fast, erased faster and guess what. I drew on the wrong side of the paper. The ink smeared; the markers didn't make nice, and the colors are a wash. Ink never works well when it's as humid as it is here, so . . . Judge me by my intentions and by what you see. I'm trying to dodge flashes of lightning. It's instance and sense to know I should shut down, and I will. Soon.
Peaceful Memorial Days are memorable. Pray that all the fallen will rest in peace, and let us not forget how to make peace, so that we may all rest peacefully at the end of the day.