The same thing has occurred for the past 2 years. Whatever date(s) they pick just seem to be the date(s) when it rains.
One of the entertainment attractions at this fair?
Psychics. Predicting the future. For a fee.
They don't do weather, apparently.
Reflections on life, celebrating all things puzzling, absurd, silly and/or meaningful. Trying not to be all pretentious and grandiose about it.
"Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?" (Mary Oliver)
"How did I get here?" (Talking Heads)
"Where did I park my f__ing car??!!!" (me)
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