This has been a crappy day. Yeah, crappy. I was taught not to say the 's' word, but we grew up saying 'crap' without fear.
Reminds me of the time I came in, at the end of the day, to my art space in elementary and found my suite mate being somewhat romantic with her husband. There was a partition and I tried not to interfere. I had left Christmas Card Competition projects with a classroom teacher who had glittered and glued ad nausium and then put them in the floor of my little office/space to dry. They were stuck to each other and to everything else in the area. Some would have been nice projects if they hadn't had so much glitter and glue. Finally I forgot the noodlers in the other side and yelled "Crap! Crap, crap, crap, crap. Okay Inez how do you say "Crap" in Spanish?"
She fumbled for words and I heard her whispering to her husband. "What are you saying?" she finally asked.
I said "Crap. How do you say Crap in Spanish" I heard her husband say something to her in Spanish that I didn't totally understand.
"Oh, Donna, you don't talk like that!" she replied. The two of them came around the partition and looked at my mess. She gave me the word!
Well today, I have spent hot, sweaty hours cleaning gravel that was soaked when we had our plumbing problems. Every time it gets a little wet in the walkway to my studio, it smells like crap again. I am thankful for the rain and for the plants my husband put in this morning. I am also thankful that I got that smelly stuff cleaned up. But, hey Inez, I need that word again.
After a month of near record temps without any rain, the river is still above normal. It has gone below flood stage at least.
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