Saturday, July 10, 2010
Life is a Sitcom
In front of the waterfall underground at the National Gallery
It has been weeks since it rained here in DC. It's been hot as hell. I've been petitioning the weather gods for rain every day, doing my shamanic rain dance, carrying my rain stick everywhere. I've been begging, imploring, demanding rain. Yesterday I spoke to the clouds. I said, "Can y'all gather yourselves together, give us some rain? C'mon." Perhaps I went too far when I challenged them to rain on me. "Go ahead, DRENCH me, I dare you!" I said out loud, shaking my rain stick at the sky.
That was yesterday afternoon after work. I heard rain during the night, but assumed it would taper off by morning. Ha! Just a few minutes before the guy with the truck arrived to help me move furniture into the new apartment, the skies opened and the rain came down. Occasional showers were predicted, but we got a whole lot more than that. It was/is a good steady, hard rain.
So my loveseat got soaked (even though we covered it with a tarp). My overstuffed rocker: drenched. Me? Completely sopping wet. Have you ever been so thoroughly doused that your clothes feel like they weigh ten pounds and your shoes make that comical squish squish sound every time you take a step? Think I Love Lucy, oh yeah.
Don't you know those weather gods are having a good laugh at me right now? It is funny, it is. I couldn't stop laughing through the whole process. When will I ever learn the wisdom of Be careful what you wish for ?? Ha ha. Weather Gods: 1, Reya: 0. Again. The joke's on me!
Nancy (of the blog Science Girl) takes her pink bunny Maurice whenever she travels. He seemed very happy to sit with us as we had lunch and traded stories. No, Nancy and I had never met - she lives in France! But as these blogger meet-ups always go, it was easy, comfortable and so much fun.