The rains were relentless today. Everytime we spoke of what plans may arise for the day, the pelting on the rooftop drowned any verbalization. Perhaps we would stay in catching up on mundane tasks, those that we all prolong forever. My idea was the hit of the party. We shall mate the tupperware lids with their counterparts, discarding old ones and finding a place for all the neatly ordered pairs. Naturally, we ended up with far more lids than bins. We have no idea how that happens. I’m sure they are hidden with the other sock that vanishes from the dryer. Now this got me to thinking about those people who have all the answers. You know those of which I speak. The ones always giving advice yet they’ve done nothing much to speak of in their lives. And the atheist who thinks that science has all the answers. And not let us dispense of the religious right believing their particular theology has the answers. But “not knowing” is a richer and more gratifying place to be. I have no idea what’s going to happen to me, why the world is the way it is, or what will happen to my life force once expiration has stopped my body. So breathe and just live in this great and beautiful mystery. And smile as much as you can. Nearing twilight, the skies opened. Robin headed to the dock and snared a crappie for dinner. I stayed inside and tried a new recipe for herb and parmesian wholewheat flatbread. Hopefully we’ll find those socks and tupperware bins along the way.