Okay, okay…I do understand that some (benighted!) folks fail to recognize that a rainy day coated in pearl-gray skies is fukkin GORGEOUS. But… {sigh} their loss.
My goodness, it’s beautiful outside those big sliding glass doors.
Yes, the sky really IS the color of pearls: gray and glowing and effing’ gorgeous.
A sweet and gentle rain sprinkles briefly and intermittently, warm and lush and amazingly dog-friendly.
{When you are a dog, you are a bit ambiguous about certain meteorological phenomena, such as …hmmm… rain.}
Yes, even though Ruby strongly disapproves of water falling out of the sky, she has cheerfully trotted outside to patrol the yard through the…urk!…water falling out of the sky. And now she’s back in the house, where she has taken up her post on the end of the bed, guarding the backyard through those heavy sliding glass doors.
My goodness, this has turned into an astonishingly gorgeous day. We had a spectacular sunrise…but that’s not so unusual for Arizona.
Rain, however, surely is. And gorgeous rain, beautiful rain: that most certainly is.
Surely, when you’re not a dog, you’re inclined to imagine that a day like today IS gorgeous. And yep: if you asked me, I’d tellya it’s a freakin’ gorgeous day.
Vaguely, it reminds me of certain days in Saudi Arabia.
NO, no…I’m afraid I do not miss (un)lovely Saudi Arabia. Yeah: I do miss my parents, who dragged me there as a toddler. Uh huh. And I do miss my crazy little friends. And ohhh yeah, I do miss our cats. (We weren’t allowed to have dogs: rabies, y’know. So we had cats. Cats and cats and cats…) Sooooo glad not to be in Saudi Arabia! S0 haunted by weather that brings back memories of that place.
If you’ve lived in Hell for awhile and are sent back to Earth for another lifetime, do certain kinds of weather remind you of Hell?
Whaddaya bet?
Ruby-doo is conkered out on the sack. The human is sipping wine… but not guzzling it, because it’s too darned wet out there to walk up to the store to retrieve another bottle of the stuff.
Just as well, one supposes. God tryin’ to tell you somethin’ no doubt. Eh?
LOL! I do wish my excellent son were here to socialize with. But…well…yeah: he’s working.
Remember that? Work?
How outrageous!
It’s still the middle of the afternoon, so his phone is at his ear and his nose is on the grindstone.
How happy ARE some of us that we don’t hafta do that anymore?
Tried to lure him in the direction of dinner out this evening, but he seems magnificently uninterested in any such scheme. For that, he can hardly be blamed. Venturing out in this weather is hardly worth a restaurant dinner. To say nothing of risking your life… I suspect what he looks forward to this evening is quiet and a peaceful mound of chow of his own making.
This is a guy who CAN make chow. Yeah: he really is a superb cook. So it’s kinda silly to invite him out to a restaurant. 😀