Not For All the Cars in Hollywood
It’s been raining here in Austin. It’s been raining a lot. Everyday for about the past week. Some folks have taken to complaining about it (I seem to get a regular IM from Ken griping about the weather) while others seem to enjoy it. Manzoor tells me, “it’s better than the alternative. I mean, you don’t actually want it to be like 100 degrees outside, do you?” Ain’t that the truth.
I’ve decide that I like the rain. I mean, I usually don’t but this semi-annual swap with Seattle has had it’s advantages. It just sort of feels right this time around. It’s not too hot. It hasn’t been too stormy. We’ve just gone through a period of time where we had a lot of water dumped onto our heads courtesy of the clouds above. I can deal with that. I mean, it’s not often we get rained upon, we usually share the sunlight with the late afternoon sky, so I’ve taken to looking upon the rain in a favorable light. At this point, I wouldn’t trade the past week of rain for all the cars in Hollywood. I mean, come on, could you actually see me driving a used Lexus or something? Nah, didn’t think so.
On an entirely different topic, or maybe not, I was talking with Steve last night, telling him my woes. I feel sorry now for doing it, but sometimes it just feels good to get things off your chest. This is how, I suppose, shrinks make their living. It’s an oddly curious way of life. Who does a shrink talk to when he needs to vent? Steve did ask for a nickel a la Lucy from Peanuts. I responded by saying, “dude, here’s a quarter. I’m stockpiling.” Not stockpiling cars in Hollywood, mind you, but stockpiling none the less.
Until next time…