I cannot tell you how glad I am to see
sunshine! Last week I felt like John from the Lil' Abner cartoon with a
storm cloud hovering over me. Every. Where. I. Went.
It started when I was leaving Chicago. The rain followed me out to Davenport,
IA; back to Cleveland, OH; down to Wheeling, WV; up to Scranton, PA; down to
Allentown, PA; out to Edison, NJ; back up by Scranton; down to Harrisburg, PA
and finally out to Indianapolis, IN. From 4:00 Monday afternoon until
noon Saturday, I was in almost non-stop rain. I got a few 3-4 hour breaks
during that time, but that was it. Oy Vey! I wouldn't last a week
in Oregon.
It's rare for me to complain about wet
weather. In 2006, I was living in Casper, WY when a lightning strike
started a wild fire up on Casper Mountain. I watched from my front
windows as the fire made its way down the front of the mountain towards the
city, wondering if we would get the order to evacuate and if so, where would we
go? Ash fell like snow, the whole city smelled like a camp fire and
wildlife walked the city streets as the fire chased them down off the mountain.
Scary times. Thankfully, they got
the fire under control before an evacuation order became necessary.
That experience changed me. I used to
whine about rain or snow if it lasted more than a day or two. Not
anymore. Now my philosophy is: the more it snows in the winter and rains
in the spring, the less it burns in the summer.
Sure, sometimes snow or rain effects my ability to do my job efficiently,
but I can live with that. I appreciate
the wet weather now; but I was just as appreciative of the sun when I finally
saw it again.
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