I've been meaning to update all week. Something about the weather - and the season - that keeps me from hopping-to-it. It's been raining every day for at least two weeks. I don't mind the rain. We need it. And up until yesterday, the rain had been working in favor of my schedule. I would wake up every morning to the sound of drips and plops (both inside and outside). And by the time I got myself geared up to pick up dogs for the afternoon, there would be a nice clear break in the clouds. The rain would hold off till I got home. Nice huh? I thought so.
Yesterday was a different story. There were no breaks in the rain. It was a steady downpour all morning, day and night. There are three more holes in our ceilings and plaster splattered below them. Pots, pans, vases and towels are spread around to catch splashes. Remember, that's just inside!
I canceled the dogpark trip because the rain was just out of control. Some of my dogs still needed to at least get a chance to stretch and mark territory. I took Hunny, Winnie and Sparky for an ultra-quick, brisk trot around the block. Along the way, Sparky had to slosh through puddles neck-deep. She hates the rain. I had to coerce her. Hunny too. She at least knows to jump over puddles and get to some piece of dryer land. Sparky stood in the deepest flooded area of the alley and stopped moving. She looked more pathetic than ever. And if it weren't so damn wet, I'd have taken her picture.
Winnie, well, she's bigger, fluffier and more comfortable than any of us...including myself. Rain seems to fall right off her thick coat. Unlike mine. I was semi-dressed for the weather. But I wore jeans, which thoroughly soaked through my skin. The yellow rain boots were my saving grace. I had on four ... no ... FIVE, layers of tops -- tank, t-shirt, long-sleeve shirt, sweatshirt and a raincoat. By the end of the block-walk, I was freezing from the heavy wet clothes on my back. My head had three ... no ... FOUR coverings: bandana, hat, sweatshirt hood and raincoat hood. The very top of my head stayed dry. So, my feet and my head were dry. The rest of me was wet and cold. No one could tell I was crying. I was kinda laughing too. But just because it was so absurd.
It's expected to rain like this all through Monday. I'm not working this weekend. I'm happy right where I am. Although, we had a power failure yesterday. It knocked a lot of things off track. So, the elevator isn't working in the building. I was hoping to get some laundry done (you know, all those wet clothes and towels I used to dry Hunny). But carrying that stuff down three flights doesn't seem appealing to me. So I think I'll just take a hot bath and curl up with some DVDs.
Yes, yes, I completely understand -- things could be much worse. I used to live in the Northeast. I know. It's bad. It's not fun. I don't know how NYC or Boston dogwalkers do it. Then again, that's why I live here, and not there. Every job has its perks and quirks. And jerks. But that's a story for another time.
Happy Saturday everyone! Oh, and thank you all for the Hunny-Birthday wishes. She had the best birthday EVER!