...it's been raining here for days in my little corner of the world...i'm not complaining...we always need the water...just that sometimes i would prefer the liquid sunshine would spread it itself out or be more predictable...kind of like menstruation (that's period)...it would be easier to plan events, and the people who bitch about the rain, well they would have their rainy day pms and we could avoid them and their 'stormy' attitude...and it would be great for my chocolate man...and a mist cloudy period, would be having people paying a lot more attention to our under appreciated meteorologists...and definitely increase the sale of rain gauges, which by the way, your little lulu happens to own...
....please forgive me, i'm off on a tangent (that means my conversation and thoughts are only ever so slightly relevant)...weather words and descriptions always make me tip my head a little (like my dog does when he's just not quite sure he heard me correctly the first time)...i can't always see the connection, like i understand depression, with rain etc, but a tropical depression? crap...when i'm in the tropics, sipping those mai tai's, eating 'pupus' and working on my all over tan, depression is the last thing on my mind!...or how about calm before the storm...have you seen what people do before a storm? crap...they run around like chickens with their heads cut off and the lowest man on the CNN totem pole is shitting his pants because he got the assignment to stand and do storm play by play...and climate change...what does the ultimate sexual expression have to do with the weather and who in their right mind would change that?!!...[EDITOR'S NOTE:....it has been brought to my attention that climate is not a sexuality term...the only weather related sexuality term is frigid...sorry for any confusion this may have caused]
...tropical got me thinking about surfing...here in my little corner of the world, we can surf, but our surfing season doesn't start until the cold november winds blow in....it means that wetsuits are a necessity...
...sorry another tangent not quite so unconnected...if you take a thermos with hot water and pour that hot water into your wet suit before you go into the water, you don't get that heart stopping blast of cold as your suit fills...coffee works too, but the pee in your suit thing is just an urban myth...
...the number one rule is you should never surf alone...lulu had a dilemma...nobody ever had a wet suit except me...so...i came up with a plan to buy wet suits at thrift stores and bazaars....all i had to do then was meet people who fit one of my wetsuits!!...you can not imagine all the shapes and sizes people come in...it was like finding cinderella to fit the glass slipper...there was one wet suit i actually prayed i would not find a person to fit, because they would have scared the shit out of me!!...well one day...i met a goddess who fit one of my suits...the fact that she hated water and could not swim meant nothing...she suited me just fine...we would go to the ocean and put our wet suits on, grab all our gear run toward the water and then turn around and head back to the beach, get out of our wet suits and into a dry martini...not really martinis, corona with limes, but if i hadn't been a virgin...a martini virgin...we would have gone into the dry martinis and then into a lot of trouble...
...rain does bring rainbows....they make the rain seem worthwhile...i am one of those people who believe that a pot of gold lies at the end of a rainbow...so thank goodness i'm gay...because rainbows are EVERYWHERE in my little corner of the world!!! xox
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