|The one and only "G-Mac", owner of many cool lids|
No sooner had I formulated those thoughts than my phone announced there was a text message waiting for me - from Gavin. "A couple of minutes late," it said. "Almost there!" Huh. I guess it was supposed to be at 1 p.m. after all. I immediately called Gavin, apologized profusely and said I would be there in fifteen minutes. I quickly washed up (no time for a shower), shaved and threw on a ball cap, racing out the door at just after one o'clock. Down to the car, out into the sudden intense darkness (how could it be that dark at one in the afternoon??) and over to the Timothy's on Danforth near Broadview. I parked the car in a lot around the corner and, as I started to put my credit card in the ticket machine, the skies absolutely opened up. It began to rain so hard that I couldn't see the numbers on the ticket dispenser which was about six inches from my face. I managed to pay for the parking and sloshed over to the coffee shop, by which time I was as wet as if I had actually had that shower at home and not bothered to dry myself off. I guess that was my penance for being such a chowderhead today.
In any event, we had another really nice conversation for an hour and a half; at least, I think it was a nice conversation because there were minutes at a time when I couldn't hear a word Gavin was saying (when I stopped babbling long enough to let him take a turn) over the incredibly loud thunderclaps. We were right in the thick of a huge storm for most of the time we were in there. When it looked like it might be clearing we ventured out of Timothy's to go home, but the lull was momentary and I had to drive Gavin home to save him from drowning.
|The grass is greening up nicely|
|Fluffy clouds in the sunset, surrounded by rain|
Of course, there is one member of our household who doesn't care what the weather is doing, for the most part:
|Any hard, cool surface is a friend to Addie|
Unless, that is, this light show turns into a sound show. Then she'll care a lot.