Yesterday (Thursday, Sept 17’20) a pop-up thunderstorm cell blew up in ‘bout five minutes just north of downtown, went from green to deep green to yellow to red and moved straight south through downtown, across the river, and over to our place – while Sheila was down the street getting groceries! Whew!
With the number of days til Election Day (we’re voting sooner), and the summer having over-stayed its seasonal welcome so badly even the local weathermen and women had quit making excuses for “Austin’s hot summers” – the pop up storm was still welcome despite its ferociousness!
I’d’ve thought to take some pics, but Sheila was headed home in extreme poor visibility, so I had her park in one of the carports directly by our stairs, but wait in the car for me to come down, being we don’t rent one of those spaces. I took my shoes off, put on my oldest sandals, popped open my strongest umbrellas, opened the apt door, and walked into the closest thing to a Galveston rain storm I’ve felt here in Austin in a long long time!
I grabbed the grocery bags, dangling my umbrella and crept up the stairs so’s not to slip, set the bags at our door, and made my way back down and took over the car so’s Sheila could make her way up while I repacked our car.
It felt good.
The weather change. The freshness. The exhilaration of positive change happening.
A vote, an American vote, where everybody has a say, is always a positive change happening, even when sometimes thwarted or obstructed over the last 200+ years. It’s the baby steps of democracy learning not only how to walk, but get up again, and keep going.
Bob Dylan’s song, featured via YouTube above and below in a different version (year), kept coming to mind. I was a mid-teen, had my whole life potentially ahead of me, but it often didn’t feel like it during those turbulent 60s. Bob Dylan’s song gave us a voice of hope, of an inevitableness of positive change – some way, some how ❤️
Saturday (tomorrow) I’ll be one month from hitting 70, if I’m lucky and good 😊 and that’s brought me many a memory from those 60s also, when so much was at stake, and so much would be decided.
Stay well everyone 💕
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