The past three evenings, a woman has garnished our attention. She walks down the street, and sits on the edge of our property. She wears Uggs (Did she miss the news brief about California’s Heat Wave? HOT!) and has a soda cup from some fast food joint. Every evening so far, she’s sat on the hillside and watched the shadow of the mountains descend over Paso Robles as the sun sets behind us. And after an hour or so, she stands and walks the rest of the way down the street.
I saw her today, and ran out front to tell Tay. “The crazy lady is here again!”
And then I stood and thought about that for a minute. Here we are rushing around, working, cleaning, cooking, working so that we can get everything “done” before bedtime. Only to wake up and start the whole mad chain of events over again. And here’s this woman who sits and enjoys the evening, watching the view that we barely take time to notice anymore.
So who’s the crazy one?