Waiting for Rain
I have a 'desert' icon, ironically. It's quite cheerful imo, so I'm so not using it right now.
For those of you unfamiliar with the area in which I live, growing up through the summer, it rained daily - a quick thunder storm, and then the sun would come out half an hour later and we'd have steam-built fog rolling off the driveway. The last three years we've had a drought instead.
This in and of itself isn't too bad. We have a high water table, the trees and crops aren't suffering too much, just our lawns all turn brown and we look like we're in California instead of Pennsylvania. The humidity is awful, maddening, sickening. I finally caved and turned on the air conditioner on Wednesday morning because the heat had made me sick. Went as long as I could without, because the AC affects me an awful lot, too. :(
Harold (my hamster <3 ) is quite happy to have the AC on, as are the cats (big fluffy mongrels that they are <3 ) and so is Uny. I'm less so, but I spend the least amount of time home out of all of us, so I guess it's alright that way. *shrug*
I go outside every day to check the plants on the deck, haul gallon after gallon after gallon of water on them. Container-tomatoes and container-strawdberries take an awful lot of water to flourish. So this morning I stepped out and stared up into the overhead brightness. "It's supposed to rain," Uny said.
I started pouring water that had condensed and dripped down from the ancient AC unit into one of our catchment jugs onto the strawberries under the roof's eaves. "Looks like it," I agreed.
I don't know whether it was just so humid or what, but it did start spitting, then, and I told Uny (as she readied for church) that I was going to go plant the geraniums before the rain, so they got some water to establish themselves.
That was three hours ago. The sky is clearing. My headache is building.
Pressure shifts and low blood sugar just beg for me to be face-down in a pillow all day. Guh.
Whine. Complain. Moan. Sob.
I'm going to go make tea.
For those of you unfamiliar with the area in which I live, growing up through the summer, it rained daily - a quick thunder storm, and then the sun would come out half an hour later and we'd have steam-built fog rolling off the driveway. The last three years we've had a drought instead.
This in and of itself isn't too bad. We have a high water table, the trees and crops aren't suffering too much, just our lawns all turn brown and we look like we're in California instead of Pennsylvania. The humidity is awful, maddening, sickening. I finally caved and turned on the air conditioner on Wednesday morning because the heat had made me sick. Went as long as I could without, because the AC affects me an awful lot, too. :(
Harold (my hamster <3 ) is quite happy to have the AC on, as are the cats (big fluffy mongrels that they are <3 ) and so is Uny. I'm less so, but I spend the least amount of time home out of all of us, so I guess it's alright that way. *shrug*
I go outside every day to check the plants on the deck, haul gallon after gallon after gallon of water on them. Container-tomatoes and container-strawdberries take an awful lot of water to flourish. So this morning I stepped out and stared up into the overhead brightness. "It's supposed to rain," Uny said.
I started pouring water that had condensed and dripped down from the ancient AC unit into one of our catchment jugs onto the strawberries under the roof's eaves. "Looks like it," I agreed.
I don't know whether it was just so humid or what, but it did start spitting, then, and I told Uny (as she readied for church) that I was going to go plant the geraniums before the rain, so they got some water to establish themselves.
That was three hours ago. The sky is clearing. My headache is building.
Pressure shifts and low blood sugar just beg for me to be face-down in a pillow all day. Guh.
Whine. Complain. Moan. Sob.
I'm going to go make tea.