Alisa was telling me that she likes the blog but that maybe it is too consistently perky and optimistic. She advised that maybe I should write about something sad, to balance it out.
It's a picture of the lake today. It is drying up. The dock is now sitting on mud, and I cannot get my canoe or kayak out to the water without trudging through thigh-deep muck which I am not willing to do. So they sit, beached, by the house, probably providing a habitat for some varmint who's all fat from eating up what's left of my garden. Meanwhile, the fish keep getting bigger, swimming around triumphantly in the middle part of the lake where I can't get to them.
I heard the weather guy say that this area is now classified as being in a state of drought, whatever criteria is for that, something about inches of rain below the average.
All I know is that it would take a LOT of rain to recover from this. Not just quick little showers but the kind of soaking, drenching, continuous rain that we haven't seen since, oh, the very day that I tried to have the outdoor luau TIKI BIRTHDAY PARTY! I am so mad at the weather.
Somebody do a rain dance.