It is muggy outside, very muggy and I am covered with mulch dust and dirt from pulled weeds roots and have a triple layer of dried sweat on my body. However, rain was predicted for today. So, last night, after I had picked up someone at Kroger’s at 10 pm, I decided to leave my clothes on and sleep in the rough and be ready to do a little more quick outdoor dirty work this morning.
Possibly that indicates a total lack of class; possibly it indicates an innate sense of true class, not bound by the judgemental rules of white gloved women. Perhaps it means nothing: I’m going with the second interpretation – it gives me a good feeling.
First thing this morning was to drive another person to Kroger’s as dawn was breaking. Just as I pulled into my driveway on the way back, a police car blinked its lights at me. Odd, I thought, but I stopped at the end of the drive and looked at the car and I HAD NO DIM HEADLIGHTS. This is not good, so I took my mulchy, filthy body over to a dealership and said, “I know I look like H***, but I’ve got a problem. He said, “Ma’am, you look fine.” I don’t think it was intending to lie; I think he was shocked and grasping for a variation on the “The customer is always clean” motto and stammered out what he could.
There was a recall for a module; because of the holiday it may not be in until after that weekend. Fortunately, the days are long.
I took my dirty self home and started to finish up some things to prepare for rain. I cleared the area I want the rain to soften so I can pound in a mulch border – think of it as Trump’s Wall agains mulch crossing onto my concrete. Or don’t think about it at all. I spread out a rug with a bear printed on it on a table with a woven metal top that will let the rain water pass on through. I picked up sticks and twigs and put them in the fire pit and covered it up. Then, sigh, I noticed the sky seemed lighter.
Looking at the weather guru site, I saw that whoa, the 100% chance of rain and storms was now under 50%. I don’t do well with coin flips. The sun has actually come out. I may have to perform a sacrificial ritual: getting in the shower and taunting the lightning powers that be.
Don’t know if you got your rain but we got plenty to share. Water running over the streets in our neighborhood during a massive downpour. Hopefully it didn’t wash away my new sod. I’m not hopeful.