The world should be thankful that I wasn't in charge of that whole ark building business because so many reasons. First and foremost, we would be disproportionately heavy with canine species and poultry. Secondly, I can't build a boat to save my life. I might be able to lash a few cedar elm together if things were dire enough but when I mull it over in my head Berta's Raft doesn't have the same ring to it as Noah's Ark.
This is what all the rain has done to me, I'm reflecting on my ark building abilities and sending my husband out in the rain and then photographing him while I stand dry at the window. Everything is a mess. The compost pile is heavy and soaked, the chicken yard is soggy and smelly, the chicken feeders are always slightly damp and collect the crumble dust that the birds tussle over - the only dry thing they get to eat all day.
I don't know when it will stop. I check the weather multiple times a day and so far it looks like the answer is never. It will never stop raining. Mold will grow, mushrooms will sprout and my garlic will rot in the ground. Despair.
Despite the rising mosquito population, I managed to get out to our dilapidated shed and extricate a fine, albeit neglected Bianchi. The trick was to lift it up and over the mower without breaking open any of the spider eggs that had accumulated in every little place. It gave my husband, the minimalist who accidentally married a maximist, great pleasure. I'm surprised he wasn't standing at the window taking my picture. I re-homed it to the most perfect people who may do with it what they will. He asked if I was going to unload the Huffy as well. Whoa, whoa, whoa mister, one bike at a time. Chances are good that the Huffy will go sometime down the line as well especially since I cruised a few bike shops yesterday and pretty much promised myself the 8-speed Papillonaire Sommer in Birdie yellow at Windmill Bicycles.
That is what day after day of rain will do to you, make you dream of cruising leisurely through the neighborhood on a dry and mild day. It's indulgent, I know. The bike that is, not the daydreaming or the hours of hitting up Google for "Dutch style bicycles, Austin". It's going to be several weeks before it arrives so I have to put it out of my mind as best I can. Maybe I can design a covered and elevated footpath to all the different points I visit in the backyard. I've to do something to get that bike outta my head.