It had been raining for seven years; thousands upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. A thousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed again. And this was the way life was forever...Kind of like DC in the past two months.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Story of my life
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One year I was in Cumbus (the home of The Ohio State University, along with other similar cultural artifacts), we have over 250 days in a row where we didn't see the sun. There were occasional breaks in the clouds during that time, with one or two sightings of blue sky, and sometimes the clouds were sufficiently thin that you could make out the outline, but it was gray, gray, gray.
The last year I was there, we had snow on the ground on June 1, and by June 3, it was nearly 100 degrees. Probably not the worst weather on the planet, but I'm never moving back there.
But here it's finally spring. Spring again.
It hasn't been that bad! It's way better than Chicago weather.
Hardlyb: Sucks.
Alex: It's SO bad. There is no sun. Where is the sun?!?!
Today it was so nice out in Chicago that I got to play with puppies at the dog beach on my lunch break! Puppies!
Spring in Washington is wonderful. Both days. dave.s.
You excerpting Ray Bradbury makes me so happy. You're not teaching it to your students, are you?
They reminded me of it by complaining about how it had rained every day for forever this spring. But I have already committed to having them write scenes for the last two sessions, which will inevitably fail. (Actually, the official curriculum does contain a Bradbury story--"The Other Foot"--which I decided was too heavy-handed to do with them.)
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