Ray’s Thought for the Day - Sophora secundiflora

Off I went. Yesterday, werkin’ in the sun. That is correct. Even the sadly despondent may have to werk in the sun. My exposed parts were lashed by solar phenomena, plus, as usual, the wind tore around, also lashing my exposed parts. At last, my diurnal term of wage slavery was over for yesterday. Yes, eventually my alloted time of weary labor ended. I got to come home. Weary I was. Many parts of me were aggravated by this or that. I could barely walk. A rock was in my right boot.

Wearily I limped over to the mailbox. That’s when I espied that the Sophora secundiflora was blooming. Yet the light was fading. I had to hurry.

I limped into the CB domicile. I set a good pace for a cripple. There was Rayetta’s camera, handy. However, that camera had the big lens on it, an inappropriate lens for the task at hand. I took the camera anyway. I looked at the tripod. I should take that tripod too. But then I realized that I was far too crippled up and weary to tote that tripod.

I am not allowed to change lenses, unsupervised. Rayetta says, Ray, I know you have never broken any of the camera equipment, changing lenses, but Crumby has. You are Crumby’s bosom companion so you must suffer along with Crumby. Remember Ray, it could be worse, Crumby is not allowed to touch the camera, much less change the lenses.

Out I limped, toting that heavy camera equipment. The light was still fading, Ogma’s fickleness as apparent as ever. So I took a picture. Tonight, these blossoms shall most likely freeze in the dark. I had to hurry.

Well. Those blossoms did not freeze after all. Rayetta changed the lens for me today. I went back to the bush with the tripod.