Sunday, June 26, 2011

Can 3 days count as rainy season?

Usually I don't bother watching the weather. What are they going to tell me? "Hot, no rain," has been the mantra for months.

But when May came and went without a drop of rain, I started watching. Hoping that 20% chance would mean a full rainbarrel tomorrow.

First there was the blond young skeleton on that morning show. Ug, too cheerful. Flip channel.

Then the older blond skeleton on the other channel. But she's trying to be young. Ug, too depressing. Flip.

The black sarcastic one is great, but she's only in when someone is sick.

So here I am. Watching Bobby. Hoping he gets sick. He is supposedly a grown man, but they still insist on splashing the name "Bobby" across the bottom of the screen.

Bobby calls this the start of rainy season. He says this with a hopeful glint in his eye. I don't think he's hopeful because he has a garden of Pentas getting dramatic in the 3pm sun. I think he's hopeful because everyone is probably looking at him at 3pm with an annoyed look, asking when the freaking rain is going to start. Like it's his fault. I know because I'm pretty sure I'd do it to him too if I saw him on the street.

So it is with almost giddiness that I announce that it has rained at my house - and more importantly at my garden - for three days in a row. Bobby is ready to call it rainy season. He's tired of all the glares 'round the newsroom, I suppose. I'll take it. Because I'm tired pf getting glares from the Pentas.

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