In May 2005 it rained every single day. I remember several people leaving work one afternoon when the sun came out briefly in order to mow their lawns. When it finally cleared, early in June, a colleague’s children wanted to go to the playground. She was not keen, given that she knew they would come back filled with the mud of the previous four weeks’ rain. She gave in when her daughter insisted several times in utter wonderment “But it’s a sunny day!”
I would like to be able to declare that myself. Most of my favorite pastimes require clement weather but it seems September 2011 is not about to fulfill that order. It’s off to the gym instead of the river or the bike trail. From the looks of things, I may soon be able to kayak out my dining room window, but it’s more likely that I’ll just have a mire.