Yesterday it was rain; today it was wind. I could look out the window and see tree limbs swaying violently. I could see tree trunks swaying violently. It was still raining, but not as hard. It's just that the wind blew the rain at such an angle that it would come right at me. Or would have, if I'd managed to convince myself to go out in it. If you could have heard the sound it made as it roared through my yard, you'd have been a little timid, too.
Several times I made the decision to forge ahead. It looked promising enough that I found my old shoes and my heavy jacket. Then I looked out and muttered something about discretion and valor (although neither virtue really applied at that moment). Once I even got as far as opening the door, but the wind was making the screen billow back into my face. It doesn't take much more than that to change my mind.
Nevertheless, I did get out the door in the middle of the afternoon, hours later than my usual time to run errands. And it wasn't bad! The driveway was underwater and muddy, and the streets were strewn with eucalyptus fronds, and there were some people driving around who should really stay home until June or July, but other than that it was okay. I got a little wet but nothing that forced me to change clothes.
It's kind of too bad, after all that effort, that none of the big checks I expected were waiting for me at the post office. But at least I survived.
And I survived going to school tonight, too. The wettest I got all day (including my shower this morning, I do believe) was racing from the front door to the garage at 5:30 pm. I was soaked through in a matter of seconds, and it was a miserable drive in the late rush hour traffic. More idiots, more maniacs. And me.
The rain kept coming and going, better and worse, as Suzanne and I made our way to the junior college, where we sat in the car and drank coffee until time for class. This was the last session before next week's big test, and the teacher impressed on us that we must be there (he even taught us the sign for "must"). So any thought of bailing (in the nontraditional sense) wasn't considered. I didn't expect the classroom to be full on a night like this, but it was. I guess everyone got the message.