For those of you don’t live on the East Coast, and more specifically, the Northeast Coast, you should know it has been raining here for approximately 5.5 days. I don’t mean cloudy and drizzle, I mean mostly downpours, and river-like puddles throughout the cities we live in. My hometown of Melrose always has a really hard time with rainstorms like this.
When I was in 8th grade there was a mighty rainstorm that lasted several days. It was the end of October, and our Middle School basement (also known as the cafeteria), got terribly flooded. As did the “Knoll” soccer field, the parking lot, and the front steps of the middle school, not to mention the Lynn Fell Parkway on which the school is located. Needless to say, they had to cancel school for several days. The elementary schools cancelled as well, for fear that children may contract rare forms of Hepatitis. My friend’s father was canoeing throughout one of the soccer fields in Melrose, snapping pictures; for he is a photographer.
I know that it’s old hat to say that the rain is depressing, but I’m sorry, I just cannot lie. The phenomenons of this Earth do amaze me, and yes I appreciate the necessity of water for insect, plant, animal, and human life. But come on! I need the Sunshine to release the Melanin and Vitamin D in my system! I need to feel the blanket of warmth on my face. Life just isn’t the same without fixed pupils squinting in the sun!
To stay up to date on tracking this shitstorm, please refer to 3rdarm.biz ’round the bizclock weather doppler.
Yesterday was Mother’s Day. And unintentionally being cheesy, I did feel like there was some sunshine. After teaching a Mother/Daughter tap class (ahem, one mother and daughter showed up) I came home to feed the Munchkin and then headed over to meet the family at my Grandma’s house in Somerville. I felt like the girl that went Over the River and Through the Woods to Grandmother’s House (We Go). Since there were many people there we met on the 2nd floor Sun-room. It’s a big Solarium with tons of beautiful lush green plants, and glass ceilings. Green paint on the walls with yellow awnings. It really is cheerful. Plus, we played Scrabble, and my Auntie gail won the game.
Later that night my Dad and I played another game at home. Boy was it intense! It was a close game the whole way through. In the end, my Dad won by 7 points. 324 to 317 - a score to write home about if you ask me.
Life’s uncertainty has got my by the bullhorns and is pulling me in to rainstorms and such things that I know little about. Time is on my side, or is it? The future holds the key and I want to go on a vacation to somewhere beautiful. But until then, I’ll try to keep blogging…