It is President's Day so we had no school. I got up early-ish this morning anyway -- trying to ease back onto the school schedule which is coming for me tomorrow. I somehow managed to drag myself back to the gym. My record isn't as impressive this month. I'm 9 for 20, but was out sick for a bit. I should be back on track now.
I planned for a leisurely afternoon of catching up on homework, and grading. I planned to reward myself with some late afternoon knitting, but alas, my plans went awry. The Husband's Boss arrived, and as our living room is also the Official Office, relaxation was put on hold. We manage an apartment complex, but our apartment is really the office. We hold office hours for three hours on week days in the afternoon, but still people try to walk straight into our living room sometimes. We tell the kids to make sure the door is locked, but every now and again they forget, and a bewildered stranger walks in the door to find us all sitting down to dinner.
It is hard to relax in a lazy, casual way when your Husband and his Boss are trying to hammer out a brand-new computer system for bookkeeping. It is too much math floating around for pure kickback. I tried to soldier on with my homework, and managed to get a bit completed.
Meanwhile, the rain keeps coming down. I understand that if you live in Seattle, this rain thing is no big deal, but as a Californian, it is suprising. We haven't had this much rain since I was a kid -- at least it seems that way. I'm just thankful the city set up a flood bypass, so we haven't had any real flooding this year -- yet.
When I was in the sixth grade, we had a ton of rain and all of downtown flooded. It was crazy. There are still some businesses in town that have a mark on their wall, showing how hight the water was that year. My Dad and I went out to help sandbag, and then ended up in a little boat fetching stranded people. We were soaking wet, but I was 12 and thought it was pretty fun. My parents lived in an old farmhouse on the edge of town back then. We had to walk up six steps to get to our porch, so we had no worry of flooding - although at one point, the water reached the first step. The water did, however, put out our pilot light, which was underneath the house. That was a bummer.
I remember that my Dad and I had been out all day in the rain, and when we got home, my mom wanted us to watch a movie with her. She'd rented it days ago, before the storm. I remember thinking how nice it felt to be warm and dry, and inside. Then the movie started up; she'd rented The River.
"Really?" I said to her.
"I didn't know it was going to flood." She pointed out.
I suppose that's a fair point, but all the same, it was the wrong night to watch a family fight against an out-of-control, raging river. I probably went up to my room to play solitare and listen to music -- it was my version of the internet back then.
Now, it is back to work tomorrow, and back to a hectic schedule of trying to balance everything, and all the while the rain continues to fall.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. - Langston Huges