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Monday, December 15, 2008

RAIN

Things just stop when there is rain in the desert.

I get to see how much of my life is outdoors or near outdoors.

The misty rain started early about the time I went to the gym. Time to be careful on the roads. They rarely get wet so it is important to know that a little rain will make them very slippery. I saw one accident.

A little later, the rain was heavier and Franklin would not go out. No walk.

Special vigilance then to see if he needs to pee. Which he did around 1130. He didn't want to do it but we took the dry route. Out the front door, into the garage, out the garage door, quick around the corner to the carport and out to the patch of lawn with its tree and ahhhhhhh--relief.

I had a visitor this morning. We get together every week out at the patio table in front. Not today.

There is a guy doing work in the house. Fixing tile in the bedroom. Everything has to be stored out of the way inside. No taking the carpets out while he works.

Now we are watching it rain, Franklin and I. A rare sight. Pitter patter. John just called me to see the mountain behind us wreathed in rain and fog. It sort of rises into it and one gets the feeling of a fantasy land. The movie Lost Horizons (1937) part of which was filmed here. Dreamy.

And, at the same time, I am keeping one eye on the water levels and taking care to see that there is no water running into the house. We have iffy drainage out there. So far so good. It is persistent but gentle rain.

I suppose there will be no afternoon Franklin walk either. That is OK. But we will have to make some effort to get out for the "big P" if not some exercise.

He will let me know. He is the one who made the call on the "little p" run so I am sure I will hear when he is ready for more.

This is a big storm on the other side of the mountain. Less so here.

It will be over tonight with sun tomorrow. Another small run of showers on Wednesday.

It is OK. It is winter. It rains in winter.

Today will be one of the eight days without sun in Palm Springs. We will make it.

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