It is raining. Again. Still.
There were 4 wonderful days where we scurried around to clean up fallen branches, plant roses, restack and cover the wood piles. The sky was sooooo blue and crisp. The smell was so clean. Even got the dogs to the vet for their vaccinations. (No, dogs don’t get measles. Just a lot of other unpronounceable things!) And they were able to run in the yard without looking like Pigpen!
Our neighbor, bless his heart, was able to get out his tractor and level our dirt road. Rain water must run downhill and sometimes that is directly across or directly down our fragile link to the outside world. For a couple of days the road was kind to vehicle suspension systems.
Yesterday, it clouded over and began to sprinkle. Not bad. The dogs would still go outside and walk around. But they were suspicious. They do not like wet from the sky. They do not like wet. The minute it started to turn into real droplets they found sanctuary on the covered porch. They didn’t even come out to welcome me home from the grocery store!
Last night, the dogs decided the best way to deal with really loud thunder was to bark louder than it! The sky noise rattled our windows so you can imagine the decibel level of the voice of a small dog in those conditions. A little reassurance and they melted into sleep again. Three A.M. is not their busy hour.
Today it has gone from light to heavy and back again. The atmosphere is heavy with water. It feels gloomy and uninviting. The television has gotten some extensive use. The computer is getting bored playing the same games and reading the old news. The dogs have not left the chair.
There are dirty dishes in the kitchen. There is some yarn that is yelling to be warped. There is yarn on the loom that is wondering if it will ever be that scarf it was told it would be. There is even a fun little book that remains unread. The heavy, water-logged air has filled my lungs and made it hard to do anything but maybe write a little ditty about feeling dull.
Today the house is full of dullsville.