He Makes the Sun Come Out�

2002-11-09

I'm soaked. Well, maybe not soaked, but definitely soggy. Not the way I wanted to have my shower, leaning out over the turtle pond and bailing. It occurred to me, a little belatedly, that turtles need to be able to rest on the surface and breath. So, I've spent the last fifteen minutes out in the rain, bailing the turtle pond.

It's been raining now since Thursday night. On Friday morning we had reached almost normal for this time of year. I'm pretty sure we've passed normal rainfall by now.

I'm sorry for all of those people who live in areas that have had brushfires. The hillsides are about to become their backyards. And their family rooms. And their kitchens. And their bedrooms. I've never had enough money to live on a hill. I guess I should be glad. There are prices to pay over and above the cost of the land.

The cats have all gone a bit stir crazy. The Kitt-monster keeps yowling at the spousal unit. I'm pretty sure the cat expects him to make the rain stop. He makes all the other miracles of food, water and warmth. Doesn't he make the sun come out, too? Yes, but that's my personal opinion, and very subjective.

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