“And this morning at breakfast,
I spilled all the coffee
And opened the door on my knee.
But the last thing I needed,
The first thing this morning,
Was to have you walk out on me.”

Those are some lyrics written by songwriter/entertainer Gary P. Nunn that sums up the kind of day that, if it were a fish, you’d throw it back in and if it were a horse you’d shoot it.

Note the photograph above. This is about a mile from where I live. Because of all the rain we’ve had—soaking, squishy, unrelenting wet—the ground was so wet that she could no longer hold up Mister Substantial Tree.

I call these orchid trees and this might or might not be one. Whatever it is, it won’t be what it was for much longer. I think once a tree tumps over, it’s no longer a tree. In this case, it is the largest accessory on what appeared to be, at one time, a nice red Chevrolet pickup truck.

“Yeah, I want the tinted windows, and throw in the Deluxe Tree Package,” said a truck buyer, never.

Had a tough Friday? Things didn’t seem to be going your way? Me either. I squished around in the back yard. Had trouble thinking in my head. Was worried about my wife’s doctor’s appointment (turned out OK), and it cost me $38 to fill up.

But I was playing for second behind this guy whose truck was assaulted by lumber. Don’t tell him about your terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Not only did the tree fall, but it feel right in front of his carport, in front of the door, and on his innocent truck.

Silver lining: I hope he wasn’t in it.

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