The rainy season has finally started. We’ve had late day rain three days in a row but I broke my streak of getting soaked. The first time, Ed and I were shopping at Publix when the rain came. He went to get the car and I waited at the exit. But just loading the car was enough – 30 seconds in the downpour that included a huge thunderclap over my head that scared the meanness out of me – was enough to drench me. Yesterday I biked in the late afternoon and got soaked when the rain came suddenly.

I had been composing in my head a letter to a chaplain who writes a column that appears in the local paper. I like this fellow because he tries so hard and he is incredibly sincere and not at all pompous. I hate to see a nice guy like that buy into the Stockholm Syndrome of praying to God when your house has been swept away and your children are dead. So I thought I was getting soaked because someone up there was p….d at me. The chaplain and I have already had correspondence but it has been quite a while since I bugged him. He probably waits for the mail with a certain sense of the inevitable.

Tammy-next-door called out “Go girl” as I biked into our driveway with hair plastered. But it also means I don’t have to water anything. Yay.

xx, Teal