Currently, I'm sitting at my desk looking out at the rain. It's falling at a slant and sort of looks like sleet, but it's almost 50 degrees, so I think it's just rain. The sky to the west is clear and sunny, but to the east, it's dark and ominous. However, I've come to learn that it's really rare for Tacoma to have either thunder or lightning due to the mountains, so the dark skies are just a big tease.
Anyways, you may be wondering...why rain? Surely something more interesting has happened to me recently that weather isn't my main topic of conversation. Well, rain is a big part of my life now, so there. Take yesterday for example...I was across town babysitting like I usually do on Tuesday mornings. Thankfully, I opted out of my usual fleece and decided to wear my raincoat just in case. After I finished with Elizabeth, I headed out for an afternoon workout at the gym. 1.7 mile walk...no problem. However, after about 120 feet out the door it started to rain. Didn't phase me...it's Washington. Except it only misted for a few minutes then began to pour down. I'm talking cats and dogs, lots of wind, colder temperatures...the whole crappy lot. So, I thought to myself--dang it, oh well gotta tough it out. So, I did. By the time I got to the gym, I couldn't feel my fingers or my nose, my pants/shoes/socks/backpack/coat were soaked, and I was just defeated. I did the logical thing then...I skipped my workout and just laid in the dry sauna for awhile trying to cheer myself up (and dry out my pants). The worst part of the whole ordeal...it happened again about 4 hours later when I went out for a walk to the library. My life.
On another note...best story of the week from my job. There's this crazy man named Jeremiah. He only wears MMA or boxing outfits (although he doesn't fight) and will drink at least 1 liter of Coca Cola ever day. On top of that, he's completely nuts. Anyways, it was a calm week because of it being the first of the month. [Everyone has their checks, so they live high and large for a couple of weeks, then their back]. I love the first 2 weeks of the month. On Monday, Jeremiah decided the port-o-potty down the sidewalk from Nativity House needed to be taught a lesson. Or, maybe it was just a bad day...who knows.
Anyways, he lassoed this huge chain around the port-o-potty and then wrapped the end a few times around his shoulder. And to complete the process, he started to pull. Well, Newton's laws were correct because gravity worked....the thing fell over. So, here we have Jeremiah who's covered in _________ (fill in your own blank), in the middle of the afternoon completely visible to anyone and everyone. He doesn't run away, nope, he just hangs out around the port-o-potty and occasionally hits it with objects. One of my co-workers is freaking out, I'm laughing, and we are just watching chaos ensue. The police come and arrest Jeremiah after about 25 minutes. A perfect end to the work week.
The end. Have a good week.
