This evening about halfway between home and the SuperMas, I encountered one hell of a downpour. The streets began to run with water 2 to 6 inches deep. The wind began to whip.
It's dang cold tonight if you are wading through the rain in thin athletic pants. My pour little umbrella could hardly make a stand against the torrential rain. Not even my hair remained completely dry.
But I am no quitter. I got home with my Scotch and my ice.
Along the way I remembered, yet again, how much I love this crazy mountain town.
It takes a bit of a commitment to live here you know!
Loving this place is like loving a free woman. You never know quite what you are going to get. But you really don't much mind. The adventure is worth it every time.
I also love the way people here make it against the odds. The people who live in this town are hearty souls. They are smart. They know how to handle a little upheaval.
Upheaval...I think that's why I came here. I couldn't stand my sedate suburban life with every single contingency covered. It made me safe. Safe and weary!
Here, my life is full of color, old cobble stone streets pockmarked by the ravages of time and a thousand surprises. This is a place that is completely predictable in only one thing: its unpredictability. It is alive!
A few weeks ago, the cabbies went on strike. The whole thing ended with a political leader from Zona Norte in jail and the cab drivers back at work in every neighborhood save that one. This place adores an incomplete solution.
The moral of my story:
Life is messy. Stop trying so hard to clean it up. Traipse through the driving rain now and again for a bottle of Scotch and a bag of ice. Who knows, you might even like it.