It is absolutely pouring rain here in Pasadena, which would really be fucking with my head if I wasn’t a weather nerd who obsessively checked the Weather Underground at least twice a day, just so I know what’s going on. Yesterday, it was 80 degrees, and my wife and I spent the entire day working in our yard, because we didn’t want to waste the sunshine.
Heh. As if on cue, the second I hit return on that last sentence, a downpour opened up over my house that is so severe, I can’t see across the street. Awesome.
Anyway, about an hour ago, I took a break from shredding the universe on Guitar Hero because my dogs were going absolutely apeshit at something outside. I walked to the kitchen window, looked out, and saw a group of kids who live up the street, soaked to the bone, chasing homemade boats down the river which is flowing where the gutters usually are.
It is during these moments that living in suburbia isn’t all that bad.