The Seattle area has experienced some spectacular lightning storms the past two nights. Tonight, I was preparing to take the trash out, and I found myself hoping that one of those spectacular bolts would find it’s way down on me as I plunged into the downpour. Yeah, it’s been a day. It’s been a “what the hell?” sorta day. It’s been a “why” day. A struggling through the meaningless day. A bitch about what’s wrong day. To cope, I’m going to try something a little different.
I recently stumbled upon the story of three stellar ladies, living a dream of dreams. I’ll let the link to their blog tell the whole of the story, but to encourage you to check it out, I’ll just say that their story involves four things – music, travel, art, and ice cream. If you aren’t a fan of at least two of those things, then it’s possible that you may be a commie. Or maybe a robot.
Folks, I direct your attention to The Indian Summer Tour. Be a true red-blooded, ice cream loving American and click over to their blog, and follow their story, and maybe even have them stop by your town and share a little of their blessed madness.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a lightning bolt with my name on it.