timrod creek when it rains

Timrod Park, Florence, SC

I have a new schedule for fiction writing. I am excited but haven't started it.

​I have never watched Roseanne Barr's TV show. Not even on YouTube since I don't own a TV. No, I've never given Ms. Barr's acting much thought or attention until reading about the cancelation of Roseanne's TV show and this Valerie Jarrett mess. Makes you wonder how phony are most people? Disastrous and sad...

​Today, I was ebullient and happy in the rain.  I watched white water rushing down Timrod creek like wild rapids and down into Gully Branch underneath Cherokee Road.

The rushing water reminded me of being 8-years old again and I would put on my boots and yellow raincoat with hood and go out into the rain with one of my toy boats that I loved to see drifting and rocking down a rushing stream of water at the curve of a dirt road. The stream ran toward a canal-like ditch that led down into an irrigation pond. I would have to run fast with my dog Brownie right behind me to rescue the boat and its pretend people from overturning into the ditch. Sometimes, the stormy waters moved the boat so fast I would fall down, reach out my hand to grab it but...the current swept the boat down into the ditch and it floated away out of sight.