No matter what the calendar says, summer doesn't really start here until 4th of July weekend. We had a few warmish days recently but then the weather gods remembered this is the Pacific Northwest and we were blessed with a few days of steady rain. They're predicting a long hot and dry summer and watering one's lawn becomes a really expensive budget item. Water is our most expensive utility, almost as bad as gasoline so rain in the warmer months is a plus.
Rain out here isn't just ordinary rain. When we lived in Miami, it rained lightly or heavily or during monsoon months, it poured like it was coming out of faucets. Out here, there's rain, thick rain, mist, drizzle, showers, hail, thick hail, icy rain and sleet and snow. I may have left a few types out but that about covers it. In Florida, showers were intermittent rain; out here, showers are steady rain. Rain is light rain and thick rain is LARGE raindrops. Where did these weather people go to school? Rain is rain. It's brief or passing through or light or heavy. Period.
Which begs the question...
"I don't want you jogging in the rain, bambina."
By definition, that means he doesn't want me jogging in light rain. The rest is good to go!
Oh goody!
"Okey-dokey."
"I mean it, Sar. If it's raining, you're not jogging. Are we clear on this?"
"Uh huh. No jogging in the rain."
"Why are you being so agreeable?" the Neanderthal asked with an arched brow.
"Would you rather I argued with you? Would it make your manly demeanor more... uh... manly?"
SWAT!
Tsk.
"And if you're going shopping at the mall today, park in the underground garage so you don't have to walk in the rain."
"Underground garage... check."
"And take a sweater in case the temperature drops again like it did last night."
"Sweater... check."
"And don't fill up on all that junk food. We're eating at the commandant's house tonight and I want you to have an appetite."
"No filling up on junk food... check. And the commandant's house for dinner... check."
"You're cruisin' for a bruisin', bambina."
"Cruising for a bruising... check."
SWAT!
Tsk.
The base commandant's house for dinner: The end of the world is here! The commandant is a meat and potatoes kind of guy. His wife is a vegan! What is wrong with that man? Couldn't he have had a mid-life crisis and married a platinum blonde 20 years younger than he is, with a single digit IQ, breast implants, fake fingernails and collagen lips?
If I am doomed to push green things around my plate all night I'm going to load up on real food! I'll dash off to the mall, park in the underground garage, take a sweater with me, and load up on burgers, onion rings, and milkshakes. And to be sure I don't fall asleep during the scintillating dinner conversation, I'll gulp down a few Cuban espressos so the caffeine will give my eyes that wide-awake look.
Thinking... I bet the commandant would love a basket of my homemade apple crisps and peach muffins. While he's eating them I could sneak a few bites of his steak...
"And don't plan on bribing the commandant to share his meal with you, imp."
Honestly, the man has turned into a mind reader!
"Me?" asked with a truly innocent look.
"You!"
Swat!
Tsk.
~Sar~
7 comments:
Hope that the meal isn't too boring, watch out for the vegan, and no teasing, otherwise it'll be swat and tsk all the way home.
Thanks for the chuckles dear Sar.
Warm hugs,
Paul. aka (zealous voyeur)
hummmmmmmm... and whats so wrong wif walking /jogging in da rain??
Even Gene Kelly went "Singing in the Rain"! Dont you just love to watch, as a storm comes off the lake and glides over you... you feel so alive, as if it's washing away all the old and grimey and replacing it it with the sense of being alive and clean and alls right with the world...
wishing you lots of laughter and lots of love,
Valerie
Hi Sar,
I can tell you just live for the command performances! :-) *chuckles* Don't be so agreeable Sar. It is sure to raise suspicions. Hope you were able to snag a little meat.
Remember well the downpours off the everglades, we lived 1/2 mile from part of it. Right about 2 p.m., you could almost set your watch by it.
Have you tried the twinkie cake? When I saw it I thought of you.
Thanks for the chuckles. Have a safe holiday.
Spoze2b
Sar,
I feel your pain. I have had chronic bronchitas and bouts of pneumonia since childhood. And like Cowboy, hubby is a mother hen as well. When it got to the point where I began to consider strangulation, I made an appt with my doc for both of us.
And guess what? Its fine to run/jog/walk in the rain. Its actually BETTER for you to eat only when hungry.
The results? No more bickering and we are much happier because of it. Do what I do; get a blood test every year and if the results
indicate you are normal than there is no basis for him to be concerned.
Nothing beats the rain and being in it. Enjoy.
A blood test? As in letting a vampire put a needle in my vein? Not in this lifetime!
And... while the commandant was showing the giant squid his new car, I ate the man's steak. And then I spent the rest of the meal pushing unidentifiable green things around on my plate - and their dog was accused of stealing the steak - and his wife made him another one. :)
Unfortunately they had fruit for dessert - no Twinkies. Tsk.
~Sar~
Sar,
We used to have that wet stuff from the sky. What did you call it? Oh yes, rain.Don't see it much any more and almost never saw snow. Maybe a big ice storm once or twice a year. That would keep we home for a day. All the types of rain we described, we used to have. Did it ever rain in sheets? That's what we call a heavy downpour. Well, we used to.
Love your blogs and Cowboys too.
Marie
The man is obsessed with rain! I've never seen anything like it. Park in the underground garage? Has he heard horror stories of things that happen in underground garages? I hate them. Put me outside in the rain anyday.
I still say Arizona is a good idea for you two. Very little rain in that state....or come to Colorado. It practically never rains here. Does he have a problem with snow?
Been to a few of those military dinners myself. Luckily I was a teen and could typically slip away when it got too dreadful. I'll take the vegan's food you grab the man's steak. : )
Cute as always...
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