Desert Moon with Thorns

What with all of my caterwauling yesterday about a washed out weekend, it didn’t rain today. Still it was a dreary grey day. It misted in the morning, so I busied myself with inside chores, dishes and laundry and the like. I went to the mall, but escaped with only a minor mauling. Shopping for women’s clothing in the presence of a female co-worker felt a little creepy. I saw her, but pretended not to, she must have done the same. My next stop was Whole Foods, which was a bit of a mistake. Whole Foods is a store that purports to be all about being natural, organic foods and doing the right thing for your body, but I always come away feeling that it is really all about wretched excess. I escaped as quickly as possible with my small $50 bag of groceries. It had dried out enough to mow the lawn, which I did. I’ve got to keep Buck the city inspector happy. I don’t want any of his nasty, nasty summonses, no sir. I had enough energy left over to go for a little bike ride in the park, which I did. The rain or at least the threat of rain was enough to empty out the park. There were very few pedestrians and almost no fellow cyclists. I barely made quota. What there was plenty of, were brides. Bridal parties were stacked up six deep, waiting for their photo-op at the Grand Basin. There were stretch limos, party wagons and a charter bus, but the prize goes to the wedding party in the wagon train. In the center of this train was the big horse-drawn wagon, hauling about twenty guests. It was flanked fore and aft by more conventional horse-drawn carriages. This party had its own personal police escort too. One Saint Louis police car led this mini parade and another brought up the rear, impressive.