It's pouring this morning and I'm so glad. Warm weather in the summertime is all well and good but I'm a Vancouver Islander and I need my rain fix, even in August.
My sister is off to Tanzania again on Sunday. I'm only telling you this to explain why there was a party here last night and why she's still here this morning, having coffee in the kitchen, looking at the rain with Abu, Sahsez, M'hijo and Changa (Sahsez' stuffed monkey, which she has been carrrying everywhere lately).
Today I won't have to water! Watering the garden is starting to weigh heavily on my mind, and a one-day reprieve is a wonderful thing.
The backyard is a bit smelly, which I think means low tide at Cadboro Bay, two blocks away. Maybe we will go down to the beach today. If I do take the kids to the beach, it will be the first time since Sahsez has been on break. Poor children to have such a mother. Warm, sunny day? Let's stay inside and do chores! Unseasonably wet and cold? Put on your galoshes, we're going to the beach!
Ever noticed how if you're feeling a bit low, and the sun is shining, it makes you even more low because you think "Self! Snap out of it! Can't you see it's a beautiful, sunny day? Life is just so grand, there's no excuse for this wallowing!"? But then if it rains, you feel like the universe is a bit more understanding and sympathetic, and so the rain acually makes you feel better?
Well, that's how it is for me, anyway.
