Wednesday, October 14, 2009 - Blame It On the Rain

Now he feels like a farmer who went praying for rain
And got more than he bargained from the clouds.
-Radney Foster

And the rain came down.
It'll wash you away or there ain't never enough.
-Steve Earle

Blame it on the rain that was falling, falling.
-Milli Vanilli

Rain, rain, rain.
-Patty Griffith

As I laid awake in the early morning hours of Wednesday, listening to the raindrops blowing against the windows and trying to think of things to send me back to the land of sleepy-sleep, all I could envision, despite my best efforts, were songs about rain. Even Bob Dylan’s “Rainy Day Women #12 and 35” popped into my head, and it isn’t even a song about rain. Or maybe it is. Who the hell knows what Dylan is signing about half the time. All I know is that it won’t stop raining, and I’m tired of writing about the rain. I want to write about construction, but I can’t…because it’s raining. And we are now six days behind schedule. Ahh, but a couple of hours can bring about great change. We frantically worked with the architect before lunch to rework the staircase leading downstairs and reached a great compromise, thanks mostly to Cara thinking outside of the box and coming up with a solution we could all live with. Still don’t know what it will cost, but who cares. At least it will allow the contractor to start playing in the dirt again once things dry out. And I guess I really do care what it will cost…just anxious to get things moving once again. So stop raining, dammit!