Woke up to an overcast sky. Forecast calling for 50% chance of afternoon thunderstorms. 11am -- sunny. 12 noon -- steady sunny. Checked the radar. No rain in the immediate area. Barton Springs Here We Come.
Forty-five minutes and nine dollar bills later. Comes the downpour. Buckets of rain. Buckets of tears. Nearly 6pm now. Still coming down. Rain guage says three plus inches.
Rain is much needed. Garden needs it. Lawn needs it. Creeks need it.
It could have waited two
measley measly hours.
First rain at Barton Springs. For me. Tried to enjoy it. New experience and all.
But. The beach bag. Not water proof. Cell phone. Not water proof. Kids complaining. Not waterproof.
Rain drenched schlep back to the car.
Blown up rafts. Unused. Submarine sandwiches. Uneaten. Sour cream and onion chips. That's right. Uneaten.
Load of laundry.
Off to the gym.
First time in a month of Tuesdays. So not a total waste of a day. Just sticky. And extra hot. Elipticizing in sunscreened skin. Not my favorite. Tennis shoes soaked in parking lot puddles. Not my favorite.
Forgot my water bottle. What with so much rain and all. Drank cooler water out of styrofoam cup. Makes my teeth ache. That styrofoam. But listened to new tunes in my ear buds. Rolling Stones. Some Girls. Start Me Up. Perk in my step.
And now home. Blog tending. Smelling dinner. Cooked by bestest husband.
Not like swimming in Barton Springs. But not bad either.