Sunday, May 16, 2010

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

How can you not love this scene from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?
You can't help but smile.
I thought of this song this afternoon when Dave and I toodled up the river in our fishing boat, skunked for fish, but way above our limit with sunshine, pretty scenery and good company.
Some days I love my life.
Love every stinking thing about it.
Love it so much that I throw my arms up around it and kiss it soundly and slobbery, right on the lips.
By the time I get done with today, life will need to wipe its face off.

And since Butch Cassidy is an American movie I will segue into a convenient reminder to all my American friends to please send me your stories for American Week. 
Deadline: May 24. 
Word count: 600 or whatever. 
Genre: Fiction. Or non-fiction. 
Country: America, except for Alan. 
Get 'er done.


  1. Yes life is great when you are with the one you love and fishing lol

  2. Yup. Sure was a nice day. Dave and I went for a boat ride too. Except we went to Bird Shit Island and didn't get bombed. So all around, it was a wonderful day for everyone!

  3. Why such a classic, cool movie was sullied by such a drippingly shmaltzy song is beyond me. But your life is definitely a thing of beauty :)

  4. It's hard not to feel great when you're sitting in a boat. :)

    I'm off to check out the newbie blogger...

  5. Nice. So happy for you Cathy...ditto Laurita. :)

  6. Classic scene to a classic film...


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