Woke up at 5 AM to a flash of lightning and, almost instantly, a crack of thunder, and noisy rain hitting the roof like a truckload of marbles. It cleared up a bit before I left, but when I got on the road it was a dense mist, like driving through a cloud. The grass was crazy green; forsythia had opened overnight. It rained in Palermo, where I got stuck behind two pulpwood trucks. It was sunny in Richmond, and by Portland looked like a nice day. I couldn't quite get the wipers on the right setting and kept switching from nothing to slow to regular to fast. But here, too, the sky is patchy and I just heard what sounded like hail on the window and it was grey and dreary and wet. But now the sun is out again, with the patchy puddles evaporating off the sidewalk and the daffodills nodding their yellow heads.
That's kind of what my weekend was like.
So, are you saying that he was a chump?
Posted by: Denise | April 26, 2005 at 11:00 AM