swept away

My mind is shot.
I really can't remember how to do anything.

Certainly not post or paint or play.

I'm stunned by how thorough the flood damage 
and its permanence.

The studio and house here in Boulder 
are almost dried out but are still a mess.
The river up at the ranch has lost its way, 
and the power is still out.

Worst of all, 
our dear neighbor Paul's funeral is on Thursday.

Things will never be the same.

Though today is hard,
 I know tomorrow will be better.

looking for meaning

Just a few observations...

I don't doubt that there is a reason, some meaning, 

for everything, big or small, that happens.

The dictionary's third definition of "meaning" is thus:

"have as a consequence or result : the proposals are likely to mean another hundred closures
 heavy rain meant that the ground was waterlogged."

You've got to be kidding.

Exactly one week before the 100-year flood,

 I did the following drawing on Scribbler. 

I had no idea where it came from or its meaning; 

it was just a scribble.

No kidding.

flood

Boulder is flooded.

Most of the Front Range is flooded.

People have evacuated and some have died.

It's all overwhelming, 

but nothing matters to me as much as this.

My studio is flooded.

I looked down the basement stairs, 

and all I could think of was Carol Marine's 

burned-out studio in Texas.