I started out 2014 with such gumption! Eight weeks until my 30th birthday! Eight weeks to get into fighting shape! A great workout plan! A January detox from holiday partying! Wah, wah, wah…. Well, I’ve spent exactly half of the … Continue reading
Just before I moved out west, my mom introduced me to a song by Albert Hammond called “It Never Rains In Southern California”.
At the time I thought nothing of it. I had just left Ithaca, NY where it had snowed every day for the last month. And I was sitting in Columbia, MD where February is typically grey and wet. Bring on the sunshine!
I mean, when the sky looks like this 99% of the time, its hard to complain…
But a year and a half of sunshine later, rain is the one thing I tell everyone that I miss most about the east coast. Yes, even more than crabs and Natty Boh. Even more than awards shows being live. Even more than eastern standard time.
I miss rain.
So after recovering from the weekend’s hangover and getting all of my work done on time for Monday, I heard that there was actually a little bit of rain in the weather forecast!! I just knew it was going to be a great week. I made mental lists of what is so great and so weird about rain in LA…
What do I love most about rain in LA?
- A free car wash
- Goodbye allergies
- Rain clothes (boots, jackets, hoods)
- My windshield wipers that are stuck on are finally appropriate!
What is kind of silly about rain in LA?
- Weather warnings. For an inch of rain. Serious.
- Drivers that don’t understand what is falling from the sky. Panic!
- My car’s trunk still leaks. Can’t use it when it’s raining out.
- I’m short. The ends of my pants ALWAYS get soaked.
So I got all excited about the upcoming rain and went to bed Monday night feeling good.
Wouldn’t you know it, Tuesday I woke up with a sore throat. Brad woke up with a stuffy nose.
I’ll admit that I am pretty miserable when I am sick, but nothing can compare to Brad’s level of miserable when he is sick. And both of us together with double miserable going on? It wasn’t pretty… We didn’t talk much that day. I sat outside because it was NOT raining and brad laid on the couch. I went to work and toughed it out.
And wouldn’t you know it, Wednesday morning I woke up super early, and it was pouring. Normally I’d curl up under the covers next to Brad and listen to the pitter patter against the pavement. I’d listen for cars splashing through puddles. I’d take Gibson out for her walk and smell that fresh rain smell and watch all of the people hurrying around under their umbrellas. I’d make hot cocoa and read a book on the couch and just love every second….
But I was completely stuffed up and completely cranky. I couldn’t smell any rain smell. The sound was actually giving me a headache. I took Gibson out because Brad was way sicker than I was and I cursed every minute of my pants getting soaked and cars splashing up water onto the sidewalk. And what was worse? I had to go into work all day. I couldn’t even take a rain nap. This was not working out the way I had planned.
Brad and I are both almost recovered from our nasty colds, and definitely back on speaking terms. It took a little R&R and a lot of Momma Bylsma’s chicken noodle soup recipe, but I expect us to make a full recovery. And fall here is the “rainy” season, so I’m expecting a storm I can really enjoy sometime soon.
As for my car? My windshield wipers are totally inappropriate again and my trunk is drying out, but it sure is hard to recognize in a parking lot because it is so freaking white! :). Even though I didn’t really get to enjoy the rainstorm, I still got my free carwash out of it!
Now just waiting for the next one…