Playing the Odds

Outer bands from Harvey arrived early this morning.

To say I’m not concerned is an understatement.

Weather forecasters aren’t always on the mark, when they say–up to ten inches of rain between now and Friday.

I’ve never heard a TV meteorologist apologize when their predicted, two feet of partly cloudy, fell as snow on streets and driveways.

We’ve been through flooding rains before. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t want my house to flood again.

Harvey, doesn’t seem to want to go away.

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Special Elections/Frog Stranglers

It’s primary election day. There were a slew of senatorial candidates for both parties.  If there was no majority, a runoff will happen in September.

It didn’t take long to vote, since the polling station wasn’t crowded and the ballot was short.

Ballots for regular elections are so long, I think most people grow weary after voting their choices for federal offices. Paging through various district judges, referendums, state constitutional revisions, local issues, crammed at the tail end of the ballot–most don’t understand the issues and are tired at that point.

The good part, I did my civic duty before an intense rainstorm hit–a real “frog strangler.” Speaking of frogs–my dogs and me were watching little frogs on our flooded patio, swimming for their lives.

Crunch Time…

In which the writing process began in earnest–consisting of soft things, nice things; things your mama, your grandmamma, and them would like.

Overbearing male role models, tyrants, the clueless, the oblivious, were excluded–as a matter of course.  If those were the only things to come out of my brain, I’d prefer to rewrite old stuff.

Feet don’t fail me now.  We’ve got to get out of this place.  Any place, but here; where I’m at-at this moment.  Wasn’t that old schtick from the Gong Show?”  If I’m lyin’ I’m dyin’ pa-rump-bump.

Felt like a summer day, warm, sunny, and humid.  The backyard hammock felt good.

“Have you ever been, or are you now–a member of the Communist Party, or any other subversive organization?”

“No, Mr. Chairman.”

“Remember, you’re under oath.”

“Yes, Mr. Chairman.”

“That’s ironic, because I have evidence that suggests otherwise.”

There was a lot of coughing, throat-clearing, more perspiration beads on high foreheads, before the hearing continued.

“Would you like to reconsider, before you’re marched out of here in contempt?”

“I’ve nothing to say, because I’m not guilty of these accusations.”

“Guards, take this man away!  Maybe some jail time will give you time to think about what you’ve done?”

I hadn’t done anything.  That’s why this was all so strange.

“To the left–march!”

“Left, left–left, left, left”

All the marchers had two left feet.

“You ain’t got no friends on the left–you’re right”

“You ain’t got no friends on the right–you’re left”

“Left or right?  Left or right?”

“Sound off, sound off, one, two, three”

Leftovers from the Cold War.  Another daydream from this daydreaming boy, finished in time to fire up the barbecue grill.