I am lucky to be alive.
On Friday there were eight homicides in Indianapolis. This is an extraordinary number – even for this town - which seems to have more than its fair share of murders and mayhem in general.
Also I just missed being killed by the largest pothole I have ever seen. This was in college avenue not so far from us and I was beetling along in the inside lane – always a mistake – when I spotted this gigantic chasm in front of me.
I braked heavily and was only doing about 10 mph when I hit. It did not tear my wheel off as I had expected – but I narrowly missed a bunch of tourists with donkeys making their way back to the top.
I have hung another bird feeder outside the kitchen. This is larger and more elaborate than the one we have already. I bought it without Cate and she may hate it. We are also looking for a bird bath but have not yet been able to find anything suitable.
My car got its first wash ever on Friday. I vaguely recall – in days gone by - car washes having hordes of people who dried the car and cleaned the interior. Not anymore.
You get hooked up and are dragged through the suds and water – and finally the blow dry. Then its all over in less than two minutes and you are on your way. It’s remarkably efficient – if not particularly satisfying.
Last nite I made Mexican chicken soup. Tonite I am making pulled pork Tortillas. I am using my crockpot for the first time and am slow cooking pork loin.