Aimless Joys

Pete's enjoying the river & 3 ponds made all one

by water flowing down from more northern areas Gustav & Ike

set awash

The River's supposed to crest on Sunday

As it is, the abundant crops farmers were looking forward to

are still sometimes under 3 feet of water,

the cotton bolls peeping out white with their mirror image

below them in the water

Mosquitoes are lovin' it...I killed a mating pair

of tiger mosquitoes, recently introduced somehow & raising

their families unimpeded in stacks of discarded tires from who knows where....

Only the female bites, & the residue of my slaughter

was an inch wide swath of blood on the car window frame,

possibly infected with West Nile Virus, another imported plague to contend with.

At any rate, we are high enough here to keep dry

& the power's still flowing

so in that we are blessed.

Bob Dylan's tune "High Water" is a good one

although the only good video I could find this morning

(surely it's only my attitude hiding something else)

is this one, performed at the Concert for Bangladesh, another flooding casualty with wide-

ranging consequences.  It seems I am flooding out with too much info, too much bad news:

But the bad news is cyclical, it seems, never really goes away.  Here's one I remember from my earliest childhood by Johnny Cash: