AAL v. Real Rain
Posted on February 28th, 2011
I like the rain. Well, let me qualify that: I love Oregon rain, which is more like a persistent, drunken mist. (A friend once referred to it as mosquito piss.) You don’t need an umbrella for it, and no one who’s from here carries an umbrella: we have somewhere between 8-10 in the house and car, but they were gifts. You can wear a hat with a decent brim and a waterproof coat and arrive at your destination fairly dry. You get used to having wet feet.
Right now, though, it’s really, really raining. Puddles everywhere. Beating against the windows. And this would be fine – except that we are pugsitting again, and the pug requires three daily walks. My husband’s last words to me this morning (discounting the fact he came back for an umbrella: did I mention it really was raining?) were, “I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to take the dog out.”
So I waited for P to wake up, and then we took the dog across the street. We didn’t take an umbrella; we’re both natives. And we got soaked. Drenched. And it was COLD rain. Usually when it pours like this, it’s a pineapple express. No. This was 38 degree, driving rain. And the dog didn’t pee.
Poor P. I suspect I may resort to my favorite rainy day exercise for her – take her on a ramble through the building. Up the many flights of stairs, down the elevator, up to the roof – that sort of thing.
Or…maybe we’ll just take a nap. Yeah.