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Showing posts with label the singing butler. Show all posts

7.11.2007

Good time for a rainstorm

Our furniture arrived today for the two projects I mentioned last night and the funny thing about freight truck drivers is they refuse to go a couple extra feet and put the crates IN the store for us. So luckily Shad, one of Rowdy's crew, is still in town this week and he came and helped move in the shipment. I was most grateful he was here when I lost my hold on the dolly carrying a box taller than me but he was watching out and steadied the monster. Squished for sure. Last year we had to do it ourselves and my feet were scorched and bloody from carrying the boxes barefoot (it was that, or 3" heels) into the store from the road. All in the name of beautiful rooms right? Right.

We got the last box inside just in time for the rain to start. It has looked deceivingly overcast with all the smoke so when I smelled rain this morning I thought my wishful thinking was really getting the best of me. OH YES, IT IS ACTUALLY RAINING! Summer rain, is there anything better?
And good timing, I'm sure an entire state praying for rain could have something to do with rain on a day with a forcast of 90 and partly cloudy? FEMA is here to help out with the massive fire burning more than 350,000 acres in Central Utah. Hopefully they are getting some of this rain there too.

"The Singing Butler" One of my favorite rain scenes. I've got a bunch of course, but this one is a classic for me. I could decorate a room entirely around this picture. Beautiful!






















I can't think of a better type of day. Cloudy, dark, weird lighting.... It's the kind of weather that calls for a hat or hoodie, a dog, and a place to explore. Maybe a cozy spot by a window with a view and a good book. Or, I guess, sitting in my little yellow shop, surrounded by boxes watching traffic and raindrops and playing with scraps of paper. That will do just fine! "no time like the present"

If I could bottle the smell of wet desert I would.