Thanks Vic, it is a stunning day!

I just read your blog with tears in my eyes. You are truly blessed for the neighborhood you have found and the the neighbors that have found you!

Thoughts have run through my mind like having your handy mailbox building neighbor build you another one for a flowerbed away from the road. You could use it to stash gardening gloves and hand tools for that impulse chore.

Another thought was that I would have to clean that $20 bill by laundering it through a good cause. A much needed donation somewhere in your community will put the good karma back into it.

Thanks again for sharing... Kristi

Hi Kristi,

Life's funny, isn't it? I feel a little sorry for the Neanderthal man, I believe he might be miserable within himself. I've held on to the $20 all these weeks, I think I'll find something or someone who needs it and when that happens I'll know what to do with it.

And communities, well, they give back to us what we give to them, so I'm in a good place. I doubt the big man knows about things like that.

And my mailbox daylilies are happily blooming, just as if nothing happened.
All's well.

Great to hear from you. I hope your pineywoods of Texas are nowhere near the tropical storm I'm hearing about.

I am actually far enough inland that I'd be interested in some showers from Debby. After the driest summer last year, I get a knee jerk reaction when we go for a week with no moisture. Not that I'd wish damage on anyone from the hurricane.

Your Neanderthal man had to succumb to the peer pressure of the neighborhood and come to your door. He was hoping you weren't home as he didn't know how to apologize for the damage.

That same mentality when on the road adopts the attitude that the bigger wheels (on his truck) grants him the right of way. There is an anonymity on the road where he doesn't feel that same peer pressure.

I am so glad you let him know your weren't happy. Perhaps he will learn something from that encounter and be more courteous next time. After all, accidents do happen.

His entire reaction was the result of his embarrassment. He was surrounded by people who had seen the accident and he knew he had to do something. He couldn't stoop to an apology, so he had to be brash. It's the same as people with small vocabularies; they use a lot of cursing to get a point across because they know no other words.

Limited worlds, self imposed, probably.

And most of the time we can do nothing to bring about a change.

I hope you get rain, we really need some too. We are already in a severe drought. I hate to look at the weather maps, the ones that show rainfall. Our end of Kentucky is all covered in that deep red color. I don't even have to look at it to know, everything is wilted by mid morning, including me.