The Car Wash and the Horror it Brings

Linda and I went to the car wash the other day for the "early bird special", as we are seniors and have been conditioned by our visits to AZ. As the car rolled through the machinery of the car wash, on the propelling rails, through the bands and the brushes and the sprays, I came to a startling realization: A person from an indigenous, isolated tribe in Borneo would view this futuristic, buzzing metal machine as a god or monster as it rolled through this droning, mechanized tube.

How silly, we would all think, that this primitive group of leaf wearing hut dwellers would be mesmerized and horrified  by something we take for granted. This same tribe of hunter/gatherers from an era past, probably eat flying beetles the size of a small bird that, no doubt, would scare the bejeezus out of all of us. Most likely they consider them gods, raise them as pets, and consume them in ritual acts for religious and nutritional purposes. Pick your poison, pick your horror.

Speaking of sheer terror, it certainly has been humid, and boy am I afraid of mildew. Yep, that's what magically materializes in the basement when it is hot and muggy and you don't turn on the air conditioner, dehumidifier, or nuclear reactor imported from Iran. I am starting to understand why the Borneo tribe opted out of the suburbs.

Basil Update: 2 lovely basil plants are in, collecting sun and sharing their earth with Tomatoes (2) and Jalapeno and Parsley. More plants to come. The grass is healthy, and nurturing the collection of infant seeds we have planted, overseen by the Cypress, that we are coaxing toward health and greenery.

As my Borneo brothers say, Y'all keep the faith !