Rain, Rain, Rain

The problem is with Smokey. You would think that a dog whose breed has a reputation for ferocity would not mind a little thunder and rain. He does not like rain, and thunder makes him shiver. I finally threw him outside to do his business and he squeezed out a quick whiz then hurried back to the door to be let in. I told him he was a pussycat. He didn't care.


Since you have seen most of our Garden Room I might as well let you see the other end. Our house is small and we had this built across the back when we got married. Susan and I find this to be such a pleasant room we mostly live back here. Sorry for the mess; we've been computing our taxes.


We did not have much rain last winter, so we need the moisture. My little rain gauge says we have had about 2 inches (5 cm) in the past 2 days. That will help.


It rained most of the night and again today. Sue had to go see about her mother but Smokey and I stayed home and watched the rain outside. This is our Garden Room which looks out on the back yard. This corner serves as my computer area. Yes, I know my desk is messy. Susan has reminded me of that many times. But I know where everything is. It is like an archeological dig where things are buried in layers.


I went to the dentist yesterday (ugh) and on the way there a rain storm moved in and it began to rain hard. I pulled over on an overpass and took a picture of the rain moving across the city like a grey curtain. This was at about 1:00 PM and it grew so dark that cars turned on their headlights.