Friday, August 30, 2013
Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away all that is not gold. -Leo Tolstoy
It rained tonight, big drops, and I really enjoy the rain. When I was younger, it felt like my link to the real world, out of the hecticocity of adolescence, people, and expectations. I used to sit on the porch and play the F-Stop Blues by Jack Johnson and smell the creosote soaking up the moisture. (Delicious!)
I would do it still, but Eunice, the 200 pound black widow we fondly keep as a pet on the back porch would get me. We tried a fly swatter on her today, to no avail. I guess our experiment tossing slabs of meat out to her was a success, because now she demands them as tribute.
Posted by Justin at 11:29 PM