Did it rain this weekend?

I am back. Guess what, we had another weekend with rain. Saturday's rain was like the floodgates opened......again. I got soaked, but it was all good.

I saw a ghost. A real ghost. I saw an old customer shuffling across the street. When she was a customer, she was not a pleasant woman, either to speak to or look at. She had an air of arrogance about her. She was also on social assistance, though she looked old enough then to have been on drug benefit (an Ontario senior).

Anyway, I am driving and she is trying to shuffle across a busy intersection. Her hair, what was left of it, was redder than I can recall. She looked to be about 135 years old, a good 13 years ago, so that must make her by my calculations.....148 years old. Yet, she moved like a spry 160 year old.

It scares me when my past comes back to me. You try to turn the page, yet something stuck to it....and worst of all, the page is no longer pliable but stiff. Go figure....or better yet, do not.

I am telling you this woman is a ghost.....a very slow moving ghost. She is more hunched over now than ever. Oh well, what can you do. It is good to see that she still lives....I guess.

Anybody watch the opening ceremonies on Friday? Not me. Could not care less about the show. the spectacle of bullshit. But it all looks good.

With that said, ciao!