Well so much for that...

So much for that morning run. I put on an old pair of running shoes, thinking that at most they would get wet and a little dirty.

Think again!

The road behind our house was fine. A few huge lakes in the middle of the road, but nothing I couldn't run around. Or nothing that Lucy couldn't just run through.

But then it got muddy. Muddy from one side of the street to the other. Not the mud I'm used to, but slick, mucky, sticky mud. The kind that you almost slip on when you walk. So I wasn't about to run on it. And then I came home. I'm from Portland, and when you're from Portland, and you run, you just run in the rain. I actually love running in the rain, but not with mud like this. So much for a speedy run today. And I guess I can kiss that 20+ mile week goodbye, 'cause it's still raining.

Why is it that Lucy loves to run through puddles, but absolutely despises getting her feet rinsed off?

just once around the block.

Lucy lounges around all day, due to the rain.

Rain Rain Rain

Rain is rare here, so when it rains, it's a big deal. Not only is its rarity remarkable, but so is its affect on this town. With sand/dirt side roads and mud in some neighborhoods, it's sometimes difficult to get around when it rains. A lot of concrete is uneven, which makes for a lot of standing water. Most buildings have no gutters. Last winter it rained an incredible amount, causing our "river" (which is usually a dry riverbed) to become an actual rushing river, and in turn caused the bridge to collapse. They're still working on the new bridge.

(As a sidenote: that makes me wonder - Since our passage from one side of the river to the other is now a road down into the riverbed, I wonder what traffic is like at this point?)

Oh - so it rained today. A lot. It was "dewing" here this morning (as my friend Christina said), and I took my dog out for a walk. It had obviously rained during the night, but a little tiny bit of dewing can't stop a morning walk. It misted and dewed on and off for a lot of the morning.

We actually went to globos (the outdoor market), and I would say it started sprinkling. All of this change in status made us Pacific Northwesterners (Stevie and me) consider all the different names for rain.

By the time my first English class ended, it was actually, really, truly raining. It rained on and off during the day. The kids were out under their covered walkway, looking at the rain, exclaiming about the rain, examining the rain, wondering at the rain. "Profe Meghan! Mira todo el agua!"

My silly dog didn't know what to do with herself. Despite her mansion of a doghouse, I found her outside, just laying in the rain. Not under a van. Not under the trailer. Not in her doghouse. Not under the cover by Mom and Dad's apartment. Just soaked, laying out in the parking lot. Good thinking, Lucy!

My run tomorrow morning will surely include dodging huge and tiny puddles. Lucy, I'm positive, will run right through them.