rain, rain

Okay, yes I live on the wet coast. It shouldn't be shocking, but we're on our way to a new consecutive-days-of-rain record, so of course that's all anyone can talk about.

And it really has been a lot of rain.

As an added bonus - my umbrella is in the back of Mr.Q's uncle's vehicle in the prairies. They were out over Christmas, borrowed it to run out their car and I haven't seen it since.

Yes, we have other umbrellas, but they are the uber-large golf variety that you can't go walking down the street in without getting cursed at. In a city where everyone is walking with an umbrella, you really have to take up only your fair share of sidewalk space. It's either that, or get relegated to the street-edge of the side walk for a puddle soaking. The biggest umbrella in the world can't save you from an accordion bus and a backed up sewer drain.

It is, however, impractical to purchase an umbrella during the almost-longest stretch of rain on record. Prices are jacked up and pickings are slim. All available umbrellas are either standard issue black/blue, and therefore easily confused and lost/stolen, or slightly malformed and misshapen [no, really, the one arm is supposed to go like that..for, um, yeah, drip control...].

So, I get a little wet. Neither my low-maintenance hair nor my low-application make up require that I avoid rain at all costs and my jacket is made for the weather. The only thing I worry about is my dear purse, but even that will survive quick outdoor excursions.

By the time I get annoyed and/or wet enough to get around to buying a new umbrella, the rain will have stopped, the record will be set and I'll need a new spring jacket instead.

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