Sunday, July 29, 2007

Be careful what you ask for...

Early this morning I posted a short post on my author's loop, bemoaning the fact that we needed rain. Mentioned that our grass was pitiful burned straw. Somebody was listening. For the last half hour it has POURED. We now have a pond in the back yard with water rushing down the hill. Of course, the ground is so dry and hard that the water is mostly not soaking in--just washing away. But I ran out onto the balcony and quickly lined my potted plants up on the railing to catch whatever water I could. Hey! It's free and unprocessed. The radar shows another storm cell headed our way so I'll leave them up there a while...just in case.

Someone evidently complained about the hot water so now we're back to barely warm temps. It's not even hot enough to wash dishes. And shower? We're back to being able to shower without turning on the cold water at all. Sigh. Like Goldilocks and the three bears, it's either too much or not enough. Someday it'll be just right.

Food is often like that. Have you noticed? You order your scrambled eggs done. Notice I didn't say "well" done. When they arrive, either they're runny or crispy brown. Same with the hash browns. Either they're lukewarm, barely past the frozen stage, or they're charred. Wonder why that is? And toast? Don't even go there.

It seems some days as though you'll never quite have things just right. When was the last time you looked around you and said to yourself, "Things are just right?" Are we getting too picky?Waiting for perfection? I don't know.

Well, I'll be happy with the rain we received. If nothing else the bushes and flowers received a good soaking. And maybe one day we'll have the kind of rain the says "all day." You know the kind of rain I'm talking about? It just keeps gently falling out of a heavy gray sky. That's the watering kind of rain. Slow but sure. Just right.

For a couple of "Just Right" reviews of Dancer's Delight (available now from Cerridwen Press) please follow the links!

Fallen Angel Reviews and Jacqueline Roth



  1. Sunny here. Would love a great big thunderstorm. No rain required, just the boomers.