Let it Rain

Archive 5.03.2006
Let it rain

Arkansas weather is just crazy. The other day I left for work with blue skies and sunshine, and before I got 20 miles down the road the sky was dark and the sun was "no esta aqui." What makes this even better is the day before I had cleaned up my desk at work and noticed that I had two umbrellas under my desk. I guess I got lost in the moment and forgot to return at least one of the rain defenders back to my car where it properly resides.

Moving on. Dark skies, no sun . . . rain. Hard, cold rain. Realizing that the only umbrella I had left in my car was in the trunk, I begin to contemplate how I was going to get the umbrella out without getting soaked to the bone. Note: I have naturally curly hair and when my nice, straight hair gets wet . . . it's not pretty. We'll just leave it at that.

I decide the best way to retrieve the umbrella would be through the back's rabbit-hole entrance to the trunk. I have never claimed to be a tiny las and I acknowledged my body's curves before belly crawling into the trunk. Once I was in the trunk, though I knew I could get out, I had this cartoon image pop into my head of Winnie the Pooh getting stuck in Rabbits burrow with no one around to help him. My cell phone and keys where safe in the front of the car . . . good thing I didn't get stuck.

I pull out my "last resort" umbrella and begin my brisk, wet walk to my holding cell. Overflowing culverts, rivers on the sidewalk, and . . . yes, but of course, I wore my longest jeans without heels. Meaning? My jeans would be soaked from the calf down posing a large, future problem because I tend to sit Indian style in my fancy swivel chair. Wet calves and my preferred sitting style did not mesh. I was constantly putting my legs up, then down. I managed well, the wetness was contained to the sub-knee portion of my jeans.

I love the rainy nights . . .