"holy benjamin franklin, batman!"

is what i should have said. instead, i sputtered: "what the? oh my god! wait...what...(gasp)...ANDY!"

3 little explosions, boomboomboom lit up our backyard sky just after midnight on friday night and BLACK the power went out. Dogs barking, me jumping up and putting on shoes, chaos...and the boy says, calmly, "its just the transformer"

am i an anomaly, 32 years old and having never witnessed a transformer blowing up?

i had spent the evening with the rain. oh, i miss rain so much. the tv had been talking about this "storm" since late last week: it was supposed to come thursday, then thursday night, then friday morning...i spent most of friday afternoon darting in and out of the backyard, looking for the onslaught of gray clouds. it finally started to sprinkle at around 7 pm and by 11 real rain was falling.

i sat next to the open window but under three covers and listened. i thought about how in portland you can hear the rain through solid walls and thought about being at work, watching the park outside flood, kneeling on the wide window sill with the interim dean of students, watching the hippie mudhut outside dissolve into, well, mud.

i thought about how long its been since i heard rain.

its sunday now. skies are blue blue blue, but the ground is still wet. we'll be getting back into the 80's by mid next week.

i am still hoping (seemingly against hope) that we'll have a wet winter.

fingers crossed.

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