Morning

I woke up this morning and it rained in sheets. When I returned home just now - it is noon - the sun wanted to come out. Did not make it. It is cloudy again. On the way home, two people walked their enormously big dogs. Some kind of buffalo breed on stilts. At the corner garden shop, a man measured a stone lion. I wondered where that would end up. Bedroom? Nothing will increase conjugal coziness like having a stone lion in your bedroom. Further up, was a flee market. A person in dog regalia including the head, wearing a trench coat, waived to everyone passing by. At least this dog did not flash. He or she should have carried a sign: Vote for Bush. That would have made this bizarre picture complete. We used to be so rural and the only exciting thing was a run away horse on occasion. That has changed long ago.