Saturday, January 21

Saturday, January 21

Saturday, January 21

Soggy Morning Coffee Muses.

My backyard is as wet as a soggy sponge. The rain that fell was not of great quantity. It hasn’t been raining that much all month. But the ground is like a sponge, soaked full, it squishes when walked upon.

While the view from my porch is very much rural, the number of times each day you hear sirens puts lie to that observation. Inside the city’s limits with us, reside close to 30,000 people. We reside on the southern limits of Greater Houston, and pretty much smack in the center of the Houston Metropolitan area. That means that within an hour of us, we have about six and half million neighbors… so, hearing sirens on a regular basis should be expected. And, since we live about a mile away from the police station, the fire department, and the ems station, sirens are a way of life around hear.

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