The Rain

 

It is pouring out. I just walked to and from 14th street in the massive downpour to get something I needed, which the store didn’t have anyhow. I got so very wet. My pants were soaking wet all the way from my butt to my ankles, and my socks were drenched and squishing in what I thought were waterproof engineer boots. My hair, which was on my head beneath an umbrella, was also soaking wet. My shirt? Soaking wet. I was so wet that on my way back to work I stopped and bought dry socks and new pants. Now at work with today’s original wardrobe in front of a space heater, I am wearing the new pants which are too big but feel so nice and warm and dry.

I very much dislike being all wet. I know no one really “likes”wearing wet clothes, but I have a particular fear of it, almost a phobia. I do not know if perhaps this is related to my childhood fear of water, swimming, and drowning. Or, it could be in the family of dislikes such as hands being sticky, sand in the shoes, or how  a pen feels when the store puts the price tag on it and you buy it and take the price tag off but the glue is still on the pen and they expect you to be able to write with it. Or the particular pain experienced while being forced to share a small space with someone who is eating with their mouth open.

The other day I read about an illness that manifests as an extreme sensitivity to sounds, so much so that the people feel like they will go mental when certain sounds happen. I had to talk myself out of thinking I had it.

My coworker has been talking out loud to himself all day. His office is right next to mine. He is verbalizing every thought that goes through his very thought-filled and busy head. He is very sweet but this excessive verbal action is annoying. Especially when I am trying to watch Hulu at my desk.  My other coworker calls me up on the phone and we whisper “Oh my god I am going to go insane if he doesn’t shut it”. She is sensitive to noise also. We like it when we are the only ones here because it is nice and quiet.

Forecast. Rain, rain, and more rain with a chance of basement flooding. Hopefully the carpenter will finish installing the sump pump today, just in time for the continuation of our series “Climate Change Ain’t No Joke”. (A sump is a low space that collects any often-undesirable liquids such as water or chemicals. Sump can also refer to an area in a cave where a underground flow of water exits the cave into the earth.)

Well I don’t have much more to share. I am just hoping my clothes and shoes dry by the time I get to leave since it is TGIF and I don’t want to stay one extra minute if I don’t have to. I am still deciding on whether to keep the new too big pants. They don’t look so great but sometimes it is imperative to have baggy pants on. Sometimes I just wish I could dress like Sue Sylvester everyday. Not that her pants are baggy but you know what I mean.

Also you will never see me in any of these because they are dumb:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For weather nerds:

http://www.screencast-o-matic.com/watch/cXQYqmZiz

 

 

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