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As I walked out to the end of the driveway to get my mail this afternoon, it occurred to me that this would probably be the last time I’d be doing that for a while. At least, the last time without strapping on my boots and trudging through the mud. After the third driest January ever recorded around here, we are due for rain and more rain, and wind. The paper even predicts power blackouts Thursday night, which will make it really nice for those of us who want to watch the first episode of Survivor Fiji.
Of course, the weather guessers aren’t always right, but they seem so certain this time. I’m glad I got to the bank and the grocery store today. I kind of wish I’d put the trash and recyclables out last week, because Thursday night is my night, and I don’t relish the prospect of hauling those two big cans out through the muck. Maybe I can wait another week and hope.
I’ve never liked rainy days, even when I don’t have to go out in them. I find them quite dark (and not a little damp). Darkness is okay at night, but when it lasts all day long it gets to be too much. We’re at the time of the year when the days are supposed to be getting longer, but it’s still pretty dark by 5:30 pm. They keep moving the start of daylight savings earlier, but it hasn’t reached all the way back to February yet. And any extra daylight we get in the morning, by not moving the clocks ahead, is of little use to me.
It’ll probably turn out that I’ll be even more reclusive than usual, at least during the first stages of the coming storm. It’s been so long since we’ve had any sustained rainfall that I’m a little afraid of how people will be driving on the newly wet pavement. Other people, you understand. I’m not afraid of myself at all. |
