I've lost track, but this is day three or four of the rain.
"Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day."
Don't get me wrong, we desperately need the rain. The last two years have been drought-ridden with horrendously hot summers. We're talking desert 110 degrees hot.
Hm, this kind of looks like my face right now, all dry and yucky.
And this is exactly the type of rain we need: slow drizzle, over a few days, with low temperatures. Perfect to soak into the ground.
But it's wrecking havoc on my walking schedule . . . and my weight.
Normally, I don't mind walking in the rain, but I'm so tired of the cold that I can barely force myself to go outside.
I would never do well in the Pacific Northwest. Cold and gloom are not for me. I need the sunshine. Maybe that's the problem. I need to buy one of those special lights . . . come to think of it, I think I've complained about the gloom in a previous blog, probably this time of year a couple of years ago.
Sorry. But I tend to repeat myself sometimes. . . well, okay a lot.
Today is busy, non-writing stuff, of course. I'm taking my mom to the beauty shop. Her beautician was the same lady who gave me a head of God-awful curls when I was fourteen. Come to think of it, that was about the time I decided to go to Mr. Kenneth's Hair Salon. That woman can wield a can of hairspray like nobody else I know. All her customers have the same 'style'. . . and, come to think of it, she closely resembles the 'beautician' in my Goblin's Apprentice stories.
So, in case you wondered, yes, writers take people from real life and we tend to mold them into story characters.
Because who would believe those people existed if they weren't fiction, right?
It's supposed to stop raining today and warm up tomorrow. Maybe by the time the weekend rolls around, it will be dry enough for me to work in the garden beds. My babies need fertilizer, ironite and a heavy dose of mulch.