Seriously.
I didn't know that I'd sold my soul to the devil to get the fantastically, improbably dry April that I had when I first got here. Or maybe someone else did it and brought us all down with them. But we're now going on at least 2-3 weeks since there's been a single complete day without any rain. It's really a bit of a bummer.
And frustrating too, because it's so spotty. So many times recently I've left the house without my umbrella or rain jacket because it seemed like it was going to be nice out, only to regret it later. Or else I take it along and end up carrying around town for no reason. There's no winning.
Just now I was down at a coffee shop and overheard one of the girls at the counter telling the other she'd read in the paper that this was the wettest June here since 1950. And in Ireland, that's really saying something.
Walking out of there, I was going to wander around town some more, but the wind and the rain kicking up made me decide that coming back to the house to get long sleeves would be a good idea. Of course by the time I got back to the house 5 minutes later, it's sunny and warm and long sleeves would be overkill.
Indecisiveness seems to be a strong common theme in my life here recently, and the weather is no exception.
I'm not sure I'd ever believe that I'd be longing for the nasty, humid heat of a midwest summer...
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FYI, it's 74 degrees and 37% humidity at the moment in Dearborn, though it's supposed to rain later (Thank God!), the lawn needs the water. :)
Dad
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