It's 46 degrees outside, grey and blustery. Last night's fierce winds broke large branches from many trees in our area. I got up early to do some errands and had to weave my way along the streets where huge limbs blocked lanes of traffic. It's odd, though, the rain from last night seemed to have made the leaves and the grass and everything else growing outside seem deeper in color, more vibrant and much richer.
I have lots to do today, most of which involves preparing for a client event next week: rent a cargo van, load dozens of boxes of books, proceedings, tote bags, registration materials, etc., drive it all over to Fort Worth, deposit it in a hotel meeting room for storage until Tuesday....and deal with other regular weekend chores.
The temperature is envigorating! I'm ready for a day of physical labor and fighting the wind.
OK, still only two entrants for naming my car. Come on, give the beast a name! I may have to recycle John Steinbeck's selection of Rosinante if you don't help. But Bev and KathyR, at least, have offered up their suggestions.
5 comments:
Guy died unloading his truck in that weather you are having. Be careful taking that load of convention crapola over to Stockyard City.
You could name your car "Brandine."
Or "Lilly the Pickleboat."
Or "Barbarella."
How about "Esmerelda Avalon"?
Clay, I'm always careful...having an allergy to pain and death as I do.
Isabelita, making fun of me? And I would be Cletus? But I do like Lilly the Pickleboat...though the old Avalon can make it to the finish line with the best of them. But...Barbarella?
Melnor, Esmeralda (the spelling must be just so) has a ring to it, and could be interpretted, with sufficient twists, to tell the story of the faithful servant.
No, no, no, not making fun of you! Just being goofy.
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