|The No Longer Blue Bayou of Village Creek|
On Sunday I did not walk to the overlook that looks over the Village Creek Blue Bayou.
Today I went biking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt Village Creek, without my sister, and I did bike to the overlook that looks over the Village Creek Blue Bayou to find that the Blue Bayou is no longer blue.
All the water that made the Blue Bayou blue has evaporated.
We are in dire need of some incoming water on this parched part of the planet. A chance of storms is predicted for today and tomorrow. Maybe there will be some precipitation precipitating if the predicted storms precipitate.
I had a bike-related mishap today. Not a wreck. Nothing that dire.
Over my handlebars I have a zippered bag that holds my keys, phone, wallet and camera.
I assume that big mirror on a post has been placed in this location to help facilitate one taking a photo of oneself, documenting that one has been one with the Indian Ghosts of Village Creek.
I pulled the zipper on the zippered bag to find the zipper pop totally open, as in totally de-zippered. I could not figure out how to get the zipper back in zipper mode. Being un-zippered made the stuff in the bag vulnerable to falling out.
I was able to secure the camera to the handlebars and proceeded to slowly bike my way back to my vehicle.
Such an eventful day I have had so far.
Broken zippers, a long morning swim and reams of tortured purple prose with which to torment my youngest sister, she with a deep-seated aversion to purple prose, particularly seriously tortured purple prose of the badly bruised variety.