My sister Ann and I spent a portion of the day back and forth on the phone enjoying the total "woo woo" irony of a tropical storm/hurricane named Ida deciding to race up towards Mobile on my birthday this year. Neither of lives there anymore but that is beside the point. Storms are unique, especially when they come roaring up the bay towards your birth place on your birthday six months after your Mother's death, especially if the storm was named after your Mother. Her name was Ida Elizabeth. What are the odds?
I'm busy working on new art. Brain Zaps. This one is called "Curb Appeal
