One doesn't mind rain so much when (a) one does not have to drive in it and (b) it's at the end of a glorious sunny day, that sudden crowd of slate clouds on the horizon and then the deluge, and over again in an hour or two.
Anyway, one doesn't mind it unless one has optimistically forgotten one's umbrella, and the skies open up just as one is arriving at one's public transit stop. While waiting under cover for a bit of slack, hail rattled briefly on the rooves, pea-sized, so it melted quickly once it hit the ground.
Not willing to wait the hour, I set out while the rain was light, and made it home thoroughly soaked anyway. But not minding so much, you know? When it's not going to be a whole glum week of it. Oop, there go the car alarms, quick on the heels of the latest thunder.
Over the weekend, I planted a rose, cleared low-hanging tree branches (with help), was the help on installing a stairway light-fixture, and sanded the hell out of my front door frame, because clearly no one had ever done it before, going back to when it was first installed. I feel that I accomplished much, although that much did not include dishes or laundry.
I think I need a max of 5 more perennials to round out my garden. However, since I'm terrible at spatial visualization, and can't really imagine what the current plants will look like at full growth, I'm not allowed to buy any more till next year. (I may transplant the columbines a second time, though; there is no such thing as enough shade for them.)
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