The rain makes me crazy
This was a confused day at our house. Son #2 was off to climb a mountain, in the fog and rain, without his coat which had been left at a friend’s house. Travel on a Sunday gets people out of bed.
Then, we discovered that the dog had developed a case of ataxia, due to her sniffing gas fumes from the coat of son #1 who had been goofing around with his buddies. He, unfortunately, brought home his coat, which should have been left at a friend’s house. The dog required a good dose of fresh air, so somebody else had to stand outside with her, in the rain. As well, just in case, the windows were open wide to let in the same fresh air that the dog and selected friends were enjoying outside in the rain. Notice a pattern here.
The day wore on, as rainy days with tipsy dogs are wone to do, until son #3 needed a drive to a friend’s house because of, you guessed it, the rain. By the time I returned home, son #2 had called for a ride back from his dropoff point after the mountain, but when I arrived at the locked school he was nowhere to be seen. Because of the rain, I surmised that he wasn’t sunbathing, so I drove around the school, a rather large complex, in various directions which required U-turns and odd parking attempts. On my last pass, since I was sure he had decided to catch a bus, I spied him coming down the road towards the school, having gone to his friend’s house to pick up his coat and being full of trust in my ability to drive around in random directions until I spotted him. I swear, tipsy dogs are wiser.
I remembered to pick up son #3 on the way back home, which led to the question about how I’d ended up with two children in the car at once. After all, such transportational logic is rare; that’s why we have a van that can seat the whole family even if most jobs require a bicycle. Then again, the dog doesn’t perch well on the handlebars.
