We here in southern Maine have had at least 25 days of rain out of the last 30. (I think the guy across the street is building a really large wooden boat!) There are huge puddles everywhere, and in some rural areas whole sections of roads have been washed away by the deluge.
On the bright side, since I’m retired, I don’t have to go outside in the downpour; I can sit and read or blog-browse while listening to the rain on the roof. Of course, as the pantry depletes, hunger may make venturing outside a necessity! But tomorrow, The Schwan’s Man Cometh! Every other Thursday, he pulls into our driveway with his truckload of goodies; he is not deterred by a little rain! Turkey pot pies, beef short ribs, frozen veggies. . . ah, we will survive another two weeks, even if the rain continues.
On the darker side, at this age the rain wreaks havoc with my arthritic joints. The dampness and the inactivity resulting from a reluctance to venture into the precipitation (who am I kidding? The downpour!) tend to make my shoulder and hip ache. Getting out of bed in the morning is a chore. Things improve as I move around and the day wears on, but I start the day with a not too gentle reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be!