The week began with a double rainbow, an odd sight indeed to me at the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and John Scott Highway, given to my left, to the Steubenville side, the sky was clear and sunny, but to the right toward Wintersville, dark clouds loomed and car windshield wipers went on duty.
And yet, there they were - two rainbows, one right smack in front of the other.
I marvel at one rainbow, let alone two.
It makes me wonder how can people look at a rainbow, just one rainbow, and think there's no God.
I thought this week is going to be a good one.
A double rainbow was surely a sign.
My column in this spot last week about horse ownership not guaranteeing an immediate ride off into the sunset because there's some preliminary work to do, such as pulling burrs from the mane and tail, produced some correspondence I appreciated.
That included a good old-fashioned letter from a writer who signed his name as "an old trail rider."
The suggestion was to try using Avon's Skin So Soft in a pump spray bottle, saturating the burrs, waiting about five minutes and then combing them out.
Now that makes sense, and that made me happy to hear some advice from a fellow horseman on how to get in the saddle faster.
Thanks and yee-haw.
And another reader told me an obvious way to keep those burrs out of my skin during these times of mane and tail maintenance - wear gloves.
Duhhh on my part.
I knew this week was going to be a good one.
My parents would have celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary this past week on Sept. 20
I considered this as wedding and engagement announcements were processed for today's Valley Life section.
They eloped to "Little Washington" where a justice of the peace named Charlie Brown officiated.
I'm sure glad they did and that they stuck it out, even during those times when my mom would get mad and threaten to spend Christmases in Peru.
At the beginning of the week, Better Half thought out loud, saying, "Things are gonna' get better."
He says this when he's motivating himself to think positively.
He probably didn't realize I was paying attention for a switch and heard him.
"You mean things are bad?" I asked, hoping for reassurance to the contrary.
He shook his head and laughed to imply they weren't. I guess he suspected a double rainbow was in our future.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist for the Herald-Star and the Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)