One thing about living in the Great Mid West is the fact that if the weather doesn't suit you, stick around, it will change. Usually, daily.
The weather here recently has been rainy. Not just rainy, but more like a monsoon season. When it rains, it does not rain in measurements of tenths, but in inches. The creeks are overflowing and the rivers are wreaking havoc on the people who live close to them. Lots of folks have been considering building arks.
All this rain tends to make people grumpy. Many years ago, when the girls were little and I ran a day care out of my home, I remember it rained or was cloudy for 26 days in a row. I don't care who you are, 26 grey raining days with a house full of kids would test the patience of Mother Teresa. It was depressing.
The neighbors' sump pump has been running for days and shoots a long stream of water down the sidewalk. Every time Runtly and I walk by, there is a line of toads and tree frogs, with little surf boards under their arms, waiting to ride the next torrent of water. It's quite a sight.
Along with the rain, comes the humidity. The air is thick and heavy with moisture. It's so humid that if you stand outside in one place for too long, moss will grow on your north side. Why, just the other day I opened a bag of ramen noodles, put them on a plate and set it out on the deck. They were ready to eat in about two minutes. The goldfish have been swimming in the air above the pond and this morning I saw a buffalo gnat wearing goggles with tiny windshield wipers on the lenses.
Yep, it's that humid.
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