Day three, and the rain has momentarily stopped, but there's more to come. Oh well, it's good for the garden and all those spring flowers. But I wouldn't mind a bit of sun, no I wouldn't. The kids had Spring Break last week, and they had the best weather for it. Every day was 70 degrees or higher. Perfect, perfect weather. We played on the swings, drew with sidewalk chalk, kept the windows open, rode bikes. Ah, the good old days. But now rain. Oh, well . . . at least it's not snow. We didn't have any this year, but believe me, I don't want any now. It's too late to come around!
It was hard getting the kids back into school mode. Julia was sort of glum about it. She likes school, but lately she's been asking if it's the weekend yet, and when it's the weekend, she asks if it's still Saturday. Today she was slow to get on the bus and I had to sort of nudge her along; her face was so sad looking out the window. I usually get a handful of kisses blown my way, but not today : (
Henry the dachshund and I have a routine of taking a walk every day, but with this rain there's been only a few short, soggy walks. He lies around with a pathetic, guilt-inducing expression, and sighs a lot. I think he left all his toys out in the rain, that might explain it. And he's too depressed to go out and rescue them from another deluge. If you know dachshunds then you understand the desperation which has plagued his life. He won't accept treats, and he barely eats. All because it's raining. I might go out a save a squeaky ball for him this afternoon. That should cheer him up.
Someone needs to save us from this cloud!Send a raft! A ray of light. Some chocolate. I'll take anything.