We drove back from Hahira this afternoon. The sky was grey and the feelings, in general, were lethargic. We arrived home, had a bite to eat, and sat idle in our living room as the rain came. There’s something about the combination of complex carbohydrates and the sound of rain falling that signaled I was done for the day.
Sleepytime.
So after taking care of the much needed yard work – we’ve had so much rain this past month I basically have to mow the lawn twice a week – I started tackling the long overdue task of cleaning out my garage. Of course, that means taking everything out of the garage in order to arrange and re-arrange it back into the garage. Of course this plan only works if it’s not raining. Yep, you guessed it. As soon as I got everything situated outside of the garage, that afternoon rains rolled in.
NOT cool!
Following the rain delay, the motivation to finish the project was gone. Guess I’ll be tackling that on Sunday.
Bayshore Boulevard in Tampa on Monday following Debby’s continuous downpour.
As we took Natalie to the dorms at USF to drop her off for soccer camp, what I thought would have been a mini-dry run for when she moves off to college, Tropical Storm Debby had other ideas in terms ‘dry’.
Long story short, we all got soaked.
With all the recent rain, the grass has been growing like it’s on steroids. With a work trip later this week and vacation next week, the lawn needed a trim. Assuming it continues to rain, I am sure I will be cutting it again this weekend.
Living in Florida is living with a series of cycles. After a very dry Spring in which we saw many of the retention ponds in the neighborhood dry up, it was very nice to have the skies open and the rain just fall … and fall … and fall.
When rain cancels basketball practice, the logical thing to do is grab dinner at Beef’s.
Gil Gonzalez 