Por la boca muere el pez

Today was a very strange day though not for any reason in particular. I walked up to Dubuque Street to see the true extent of this flood and it was impressive. To understand how deep the water is or the true destruction it has caused, you would probably have to be familiar with the Iowa City area, but I’ll post these anyway.

The last photo was taken on Friday and there has been more flooding in that area since.

Anyway, it was strange to sit on my porch this afternoon and enjoy such a beautiful day when five blocks away, there was a natural disaster. If it weren’t for the occasional circling news-copter, I would have forgotten entirely about the flood.

I ended the day with a long marathon of Sex and the City. I’d like to hate the show, I really really would, but there’s just something that draws me in. Anyway, more than one episode of that and I spend the rest of the evening in a very strange mood. I think it gives me the desire to behave a little less pathetically. I’d hate to think that somewhere, someone believes that all women behave that way. We don’t. We don’t always talk about sex and we’re not all hung up on past relationships. And we certainly do not all obsess over marriage.

I will however, very willingly, spend $10 to go see the movie.