I think that I might have screwed up. We were shy of rain, and the city was covered with volcanic ash, so I prayed for rain. I even went into the street and did a Native American Dance to bring on the rain and wash away the ash. I was not really sure that it would work, but it did entertain the neighbors. The applause and shouts of “Gringo Loco” encouraged me to keep dancing.
It turns out that I danced for too long, because now the rain will not stop. I just watched the news and there are many flooded areas in the city. It is clear that I was messing with forces beyond my pay grade. CLICK HERE to see the result.
The only Sun Dance that I know is a film festival in Utah, so I am not sure what to do now.
That’s the view from my floating chair.