I'm sopped. Just got back from walking the dogs in the rain with my husband. Despite the boots, raingear and unbrella, I'm a drippy mess. We didn't take them out at all yesterday, so we felt obligated, but a river runs through it, namely, our town. And there is no river, normally. This afternoon I have to drive up and back to my son's house, so I'm going to be mighty careful. And people drive like idiots here in the rain. It's like watching an alternate universe. The rain makes everybody crazy.
But I got to wear my new rainboots, which I bought while visiting my daughter and on her advice. She lives in REAL rain country, so she knows her boots. So far I really like them. I didn't feel myself slipping once. I wasn't dancing through the puddles like Gene Kelly, but I was steadfast and stable. My little granddaughter's favorite movie is "Singing in the Rain". I think she loves the music part, but also the sheer joy of the film. You can't not grin. "What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again".
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