I hope I’m not the only person who appreciates nature’s sudden decision to play catch-up for the last month of bliss.
I mean, really, had we any right to enjoy the last month of late-spring-like sunniness and joy?
As a Portlander, I feel offended if I don’t get my full 6 months of Seasonal Affective Disorder in. And it really makes it hard to really enjoy the summer.
So, today as I sat in my office that has no windows, I was gratified when the metal roof of the building that I work in started to reverberate with the sound of a torrential downpour that has been too-long in coming.
Why, really, am I glad it’s raining? It gives me an excuse to not walk my dog, who I love dearly, but who isn’t taking too well to my new attempts at the “Heel” command. It’s not like I’m doing it wrong. I swear, I spent a whole 10 minutes reading the “Heel” command section of some book at Petco (being to cheap to actually buy it), and implemented what I learned immediately last night.
Whatever. Point is, I now get more time to play X-Box while I continually try to re-interest my dog in whatever chew toy I’ve provided her to keep her occupied.
Of course, give me three days, and I’ll be lamenting the blotting out of the sun by Oregon’s infernal rainy weather. But, until then, I think I’m gonna find a puddle and stomp in it.
See you out there!