Weatherwhine in Vane

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The rains came back this weekend—I wish they’d give us time to miss them— and by Sunday evening, the stormwater drains on our street couldn’t cope any more.  A few of them even sent up distress geysers, to the awed delight of the neighborhood kids.

At least six cars stalled in front of our house and my husband had a great time offering advice from our front porch about how to get through the rapids without sucking water up their tailpipes and, inevitably, the phone numbers of tow trucks.  Eventually, he waded barefoot across the street to consult with the neighbors, taking Janie with him without mentioning it to me.*

In my defense, I was too busy looking around for Brad Pitt, Craig Sheffer, and Robert Redford to notice they’d gone—I figured if a river was gonna run through it, there should be some compensation.

Sunny, who had been left behind once again because of blatant size discrimination, promptly ratted them out and left button noseprints all over the windows, while giving running reports on her father and sister—“They’re still there!”— and also on the impressive lake forming at the bottom of the slope behind our house—“Can we have a pet duck, now, Mommy?”**

By Monday, everything had drained enough for Sunny to go rain-puddling in the late afternoon with her sister without adults worrying about undertow or sewer mutants climbing out for a breath of air.  Dry feet, though, were another matter—at one point, Jane took off a rain boot and upended half a gallon of dubious-colored water onto our driveway.  Her sister, or I’m told, tap-danced in it—squish-danced seems more likely.***

Eventually, my husband hauled them in for decontamination^ and we all had barbecue—from our favorite smokehouse restaurant, since it had started raining again.

My husband, it should be noted, is my hero.

But we never lost power and my MIL’s lower-level apartment—ie, our basement—was never at risk, and none of the kids are itchy around the calves this morning.  And I had naps and a pile of smoked chicken.  Sure, getting to work was tricky this morning—most of the towns between the kids’ school and the library were preemptively closed in case the river decides to go exploring again and not many detour signs were up—but it was more of an adventure than a cause for Road Rage.

So it was a good weekend, despite the weather—I can almost ignore this week’s forecast and the Armageddon-expression the sky is currently wearing.

Almost.

How’s the weather over there?

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*This was a wise move on both their parts, since the idea of touching floodwater gives me the scrub-my-skin-off-squickies, but I can usually cope with what’s done is done when it comes to the rest of the family—before scrubbing off their skin.

** Stupid livestock ordinance.

***Or so I’m told; I’d snuck off to have a nap at that point.  I’d like to say it was so my hydrogermaphobia wouldn’t ruin the kids’ fun, but I’m not that altruistic.

^Thus ending the nap.  Why is it that kids who are incapable of passing by a shallow indent filled with liquid filth are so loudly allergic to clear water produced in a relatively clean bathroom?  And why does my husband seem to take such glee in using them as alarm clocks after his wife has only had her head down for a measly two hours or so?  Yeah, yeah, rhetorical, never mind.

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23 thoughts on “Weatherwhine in Vane

    • That’s perfect rainy weather to me. If I can SEE the drops, I can avoid them.

      It’s when they hang in the muggy air that I get a little cranky.

  1. I am reminded of the Ray Bradbury short story about the space colony that never saw the sun but once every gajillion years – I saw shadows and sunlight for a brilliant 23 seconds at lunch before gloom, despair, and misery once again descended on the Midwest. Rain scheduled through Saturday – hooray!

  2. You had me at weatherwhine. We had a gorgeous weekend (sunny and 19 degrees both days – unheard of!) but it was back to driving rain yesterday and that is the forecast for the week – of course it is because it’s also half term – no school. Glad you survived ok.

    • Weatherwhine would be a good name for a meteorologist—maybe I’ll save that character for a rainy day (ba-DUMP-dump). 😉

      Yes, it was a three day weekend for us, too. Obviously.

    • I think we may be storing your usual rain for you in Illinois until we can figure out the new postage system. I’m hoping we can get it shipped by early next week! 😀

      (is coveting another state’s humidity level a sin?)

  3. There are many new ponds in my neighborhood. Attempted a road trip Sunday, but turned around about a third of the way there, as I didn’t feel the need to white knuckle it for 5 hours. In my defense, it was only misting when I left. The monsoons started about 10 miles into the drive. We lost power for about an hour and a half (while it wasn’t raining- go figure). I’m figuring that by the time Friday rolls around, I really won’t be able to get there from here.

  4. I love that your husband is your hero. I’m sure he’s your daughter’s, too.

    The weather on my end is menopausal. Today it is rumored to go up to 85 degrees but this morning it was 45. Hard to know what to put on or take off.

  5. A word to hyper hygienic Moms. Mother Nature has given us a remarkable defense against all kinds of creepy aquatic microbes. Otherwise none of would have survived childhood. It’s called an immune system. Early exposure to “filth” strengthens it. Black Belt cleanliness weakens it. This is your medically sanctioned excuse to ease up on the house cleaning…or the child cleaning for that matter.

    • All I’m saying is that the natural color of your grandchildren’s feet isn’t green, Dad.

      I eased up on the house cleaning a looong time ago. 😉

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