It is STILL raining.

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rain, samoas

It rained Friday.

It rained Saturday.

It rained Sunday.

It is still raining, today.

Let me just repeat that I like the rain. 

However.

I am all done with it now thankyouverymuch.

In other news, my Saturday morning started off with a hot cup of coffee and a laptop.  Oh, but it didn’t stop there.  Apparently, my email distribution list was hijacked and all of my people were sent links, from me, to some kind of site advertising viagraandothersuchdrugs.  Nice.  It’s always a pleasure when your boss gets a sexdrug link from you.  Or your dad.  Or your children’s teachers.  Or their principal.  That’s always nice.  Moving right along…  

All the samoas are gone.  That is unfortunate.  Did you know that samoas are a pleasure to consume even when you can’t taste them?

I am still stuffy.

There is no gas in my car.

There is no food in the house.

There are less than five diapers left in the house.  This could spell disaster.

There are no samoas left.

There is no beer.

There is no wine.

There is no milk, either.

And there are no samoas.

In summation, rain + sinus cold + no cookies = grumpy. 

The end.

This is a post that is pretty much about nothing in particular.

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Beverly Cleary, book fair, rain, sore throats

I have a sore throat.  And I’m tired.  And I’m sitting here, hoping that it rains.  Rains hard.  Because then soccer practice will be cancelled tonight. 

Is that so wrong?

I know.  It makes me a wicked, wretched, fun-ruining kind of mom.  (One of the littles asked me the other day why I always had to ruin all the fun around here.  Which totally makes me laugh.  I think I asked him to wash his hands or something.  I am SO mean.  I also make them wear sweatshirts to the bus stop when it’s less than 60 degrees outside.  I know, I know.  Horrid.) 

I still hope it rains. 

Now I’m going to go snuggle up with a cup of tea and read me some Beverly Cleary.  (Still doing to pre-reading.  There is no end to that in the near future, I’m afraid.  My daughter came home with a book from the book fair that I began to pre-read and let me tell you I got no further than page 2 before I closed it for the forseeable future.)

Go back to your lives, people.

Field Trip

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Field Trip, rain

Today was a big day for my little girl.  It was her first big field trip without me.  She was going to the zoo, and I got a big list of “do’s” and “don’ts” from the teacher for the big event: 

• don’t send glass bottles
• do send disposable containers for lunch
• do bring a disposable camera
• do dress for the weather
• do wear sneakers

etc, etc.  It was fun packing for the big field trip.  We bought her a disposable camera, and a special treat for her lunch.  Together we imagined which animals she would get to see, and who her class-buddy would be.  Now, when you imagine going to the zoo, you imagine a fun, happy, bright sunny day, right?  So here was today’s hour-by-hour forecast:

• 7:00am RAIN
• 8:00am RAIN
• 9:00am RAIN
• 10:00am RAIN
• 11:00am RAIN
• 12:00pm RAIN

Luckily at 1:00 it changes:

• 1:00pm RAIN/THUNDER
• 2:00pm RAIN/THUNDER
• 3:00pm RAIN/THUNDER

No, I’m not kidding.  I thought to myself “Well, the forecast is never very accurate.  Surely it won’t be this bad.  It can’t rain all day.”   Well let me tell you there has never been a more accurate forecast in the history of meterology.  I checked the do’s and don’ts list for a rain date, and right there in bold lettering it says “RAIN OR SHINE.”  Frowny face.  I helped her pick out her clothes for such a lovely day as this, and gave her a few safety reminders before we headed to the bus stop. 

And off she went, with a warm, water-resistant coat and umbrella, on a chilly spring morning to the zoo.  Without me.  I hope she was warm.  I hope she stayed semi-dry.  I sure hope she had fun. 

 

Hearing the Rain

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hearing loss, rain

One of my favorite sounds is the sound of rain.  It is refreshing and cleansing, and it always gives me that cozy, snug-and-dry-in-my-house kind of feeling.  I could sit and watch it fall, and hear it’s gentle drumming on the roof for hours.  So it has always bothered me that Henry cannot enjoy that same sound.  Even with his hearing aids in, he does not seem to be able to hear it. 

We were in the car last week at a stop light, and the skies suddenly opened up with a downpour.  Rain is so much louder in the car! 

“Henry, do you hear the rain?”

With a look of wonder and amazement on his face, my little Henry said ”Oh, yeah!”  and he turned his head to look out the window, grinning ear to ear.    

A few minutes later, I was chatting away to him, when he said to me in his sweet little four-year-old voice “Hey Mom, can you stop talking, because I need to hear the rain.”

And you better believe I didn’t speak another word.