I smarted off about the weather just a bit prematurely, ’cause it’s coming down now. As my Dad would say, “like pourin’ piss out of a boot.” Colorful, huh? And it looks like Brother Joe et.al. are getting some too.

It’s wonderful, here in Carpinteria. We’ve been hoping for rain, and wishing out loud for it, for a long time. In the past few days, we’ve had our first measurable rain in six months! Alleluia!

I don’t worry about flooding, because I live in a “penthouse” condo on a hill; nothing but good drainage for half a mile. And I have a new roof. I used to live in an apartment that flooded damn near every time we had a big storm, or a few days of steady rain. The living room was kind of sunken, lower than the land, and the land was lower than the neighbor’s land, and it all drained through a cheesy, leaky foundation. If you’ve never woken up in the middle of the night to find half an inch of muddy water coming in, heading for your piano … Anyway, you can see why I like to live upstairs. I’m grateful to be high and dry.