Yes, those are storm clouds, or rather, monsoon clouds and yes, that is rain falling from our back porch roof. And have you ever smelled the air in a place so unaccustomed to such dewy goodness? It is intoxicating really: post-downpour desert. Whenever it rains or storms, Craig always calls from wherever he is and we gush over the phone about how we wish we were together, I know, ew! But, there is something about the disturbing of nature that makes you crave company.
So after hanging up with Craig the kids and I sat out in the wind, before the rains started, and screamed as we watched huge gusts work their way from the neighbors big trees to our pool's surface then to us. You could seriously watch them come. Now, don't be disgusted by this blatant metaphor, but sometimes I feel like the wind. An invisible force, no one particularly seeing me, but seeing the "movement" I leave in my path. Why must I always narrate my life--working on that.
Well, eventually our exciting breeze became a gale force wind when chairs and pool toys began flying past. This frightened the kiddos a bit so we took shelter indoors. As we cowered behind the glass Lucy suddenly shouted, "MY STUFF!" Lucy always carries "stuff" with her lately--today it was her comb, her gold clutch purse full of "dutterfly" hair clips, and a sippy cup of warm orange juice from this morning. (yes, Ann Dee, I am that "sticky mom") . Apparently she had left it outside in our mad dash to escape injury from flying debris. I echoed her urgency and gasped, "Let's go save it!" I've never seen her so focused. Stuff safe. All safe.
In MUCH more boring news, we made a budget...well, it is still in infancy, but this is huge. A first. Here is evidence of our diligence:
I never knew Target was such a money sucker--those little red T-shirted-khaki-bottomed people are no dummies--they've roped me in their last. I will now aim directly at my target when entering theirs. With blinders on. I will go directly to my needed item, I will not pass the dollar spot, I will not collect the latest stationary or Mizrahi skirt. So, I'm proud of Craig and I for raging against the machine (debt) and taking on this battle. Our spontaneity and desire to entertain (others and each other) has heretofore impeded progress in this department. No more! (There was grape juice in that wine glass, mind you--I am NOT one to crunch numbers while intoxicated.)
Sorry for such a ho-hum post, but stay tuned, I've got something up my sleeve.