We recently had one of the delightful weather phenomena in Colorado where it does this thing where it starts to rain every day at around 3PM and rains until 5PM. Every day. For, like, two or three weeks.
I usually finished my day at work somewhere in this window and always drove past a bunch of carnies in a field who had set up with a Ferris wheel and a tilt-a-whirl and other assorted carnival things and I always felt bad for them. Sure, it’d finish raining around 5ish but still! Those guys had a circuit from New Mexico through Colorado through Wyoming through Nebraska and Kansas and Iowa and goodness knows where else and, every day, it’d rain from 3PM until 5PM.
That means that there were marks just staying home, sitting on folded bills in their back pockets. They should be out trying to win a teddy bear for their honeybear! Instead, they said “eh, it’s raining… we can microwave some corn dogs” instead of ponying up $5 each for them.
And, I suppose, I was complicit. I drove home and settled in… instead of driving home, opening the door and yelling “HONEYBEAR! GET IN THE CAR! I NEED TO WIN YOU A STUFFED ANIMAL FILLED WITH BEDBUGS!”
And so, anyway, the field is now empty… right around the time that the rain has stopped. Instead of me saying “jeez, is it raining again?” in the middle of 70 degree weather, I am asking “jeez, where is the rain?” in the middle of 90 degree weather.
All the times I said “rain, rain, go away… come again some other day”, this is the day that I need you. Forget those carnies in the field. They’ll make their money between seven and nine. What I need is the rain that makes me ask “are we *STILL* raining?” until well within the middle of July. No, August.
Anyway, we have the A/C set up and, yes, it’s set to the 70s. And I feel guilty about that even as I sleep as if it were May in the middle of the bedroom.
This weekend has a strange game night where everybody but three people cancelled… which means that, now, it’s a television night. We’re probably going to catch up on wrestling and on bar-b-que. I’ve asked for a “shotgun spud“. We’re going to yell at the television and talk about life, the universe, and everything. And then it’ll practically be time to go back to work on Monday.
But, in the meantime, it’ll be the weekend. Maybe it’ll rain.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Baff”. Photo taken by Maribou.)
Ringo said that “Rain” was his favorite Beatles song.
It’s not mine… but I could see how it might be someone else’s.
Inside stuff, except in the early morning. Friday through Sunday are supposed to be the hottest stretch of the summer so far. We don’t usually get this until the run-up to the 4th of July.
Just returned from a trip to Texas, and it was HOT. And I’m thinking, “It’ll cool down the moment we get over Raton Pass,” but no back in Colorado it was EVEN HOTTER. And then of course yesterday it cooled off. And today it’ll be even cooler. It’s nice to be home.
Yesterday was a four-popsicle day.
I believe it.
I played 9 holes of golf after church yesterday in some really hot Chicago weather, and, boy, were the last 3 holes a slog. Not a good finish, a la Tommy Fleetwood.
Rain was the B side for Paperback Writer. What a single!