It is! It’s sun!
Sun sun sun!
Self dashes to the phone and calls the groomer. She’s had enough of the stinky li’l crits, the doggy cushions giving off the unmistakable odor of wet fur.
And, for once, self’s sense of timing seems to have functioned flawlessly, for she chose today to meet a cousin for lunch at Little India on Main Street in downtown Redwood City (where an All-You-Can-Eat buffet that includes soup, salad, rice, chicken tikka masala, curried ground lamb, eggplant with lentils, and many many more ravishing and mouth-watering items costs only $9.95 per person). And would you believe, the rain held off until self and cousin had reached home? It started to pelt down just as self had literally begun to put one foot on the front porch.
Rain is a good omen. That is what people say, at least, when it rains during a wedding. And all the newscasts say how much California needed this rain. Every year, self has to listen to reports of how low the water reservoirs are getting. But now, apparently, they are already three-quarters full.
Hallelujah! Of course, after that, the odor of wet dog that filled self’s nostrils as she sat in the living room was quite revolting. Hence the precipitous call to the groomer.
Tomorrow is the weekend. As per usual, self and hubby will see a movie, probably “The Book of Eli.”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.