Entries tagged with rain

So, yes, the Cubs won the World Series. My Facebook and Twitter feeds are blowing up with glee. Am I an awful person for not caring very much? I suppose that the "never give up" moral is a good one though. Okay, congratulations to the Cubs and Chicago. I haven't lived there for umpteen years, which is part of my detachment. However, people are screaming down here too, and some idiot set off a firecracker or shot a gun in the air (probably the latter). THAT I'm really unhappy about.

It was raining this morning, and I figured that the rain was done for today. Wrong-o. It started pouring close to the time that I went to dinner. I had left my umbrella in the car, and got soaked retrieving it. Then my feet got soaked when I went out to my car to go to dinner because the street was flooded. Then someone was parked in my spot when I got home. I honked for quite a while, but no one came out. I got more soaked looking for a visitor's spot to park in. Then I called the building management and complained. That worked.

I've been mulling over the Zen precepts, one of which is to be kind to others. I blew that tonight, but I'm not willing to let people walk all over me. I suppose that I could have called about the person parking in my spot without getting genuinely mad though. At least I'm asking the right questions.

I've been in a strange, tired, sort of fragile mood today. I was having problems concentrating. I decided that, while eating good food is important and is a goal of mine, I wanted to eat out and have someone bring food to me. At that hour, it was Steak and Shake or home, so Steak and Shake it was. I had a buy one get one free coupon for a Frisco melt, so I had one and brought one home. By the time that I left, there was a torrential downpour. I got soaked despite my umbrella. I started to drive home, but had to pull off until the rain let up.

Mimi almost got out tonight. I was coming in from outside, and she had gotten the gate open, and stuck her nose outside. I shut the door quickly, and told her to go back into the kitchen. Eventually she did, and I was able to come in. I don't think that she wanted to bolt; she just wanted to be where I was. I have to keep reminding myself that Mimi really likes me. Our personalities don't mesh particularly well, so I have a harder time understanding her than Harlee or Zara. On the other hand, what you see is what you get with Mimi; she doesn't hold anything back.

I had something else that I wanted to say, but it flew out of my mind. I think that my mind (and the rest of me) needs to crash.

Quite a Night

Self-Care