Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to bring you a couple of movies. You may remember me from such posts as “The Night Rain”, among so many, many other rain-related posts.
I ought to explain, I guess. It’s been raining here a lot, and I have movies to show you in just a bit. I hear that everyone who gardens likes a good rain movie from time to time.
We got over two inches of rain earlier in the week. The first one was a real downpour with lots of thunder, and the street flooded. We got almost an inch of rain. That was on Monday. He bought me some Rescue Remedy, like Slipper and Chess got, and I think it makes me feel better. On Tuesday we got more rain, and then Thursday night we were both awakened by the “highly unusual” (meaning, it happens all the time now) thunderstorm at three in the morning, with more rain.
The forecast for Friday was for severe weather. The guy I live with became very agitated. But nothing happened. It was a nice day.
Then the forecasts for Saturday and Sunday were changed to severe weather, after about one in the afternoon on each day. The guy I live with looked at the radar page constantly. Saturday’s forecast improved, so he left me for a while (not very long) to go visit a garden with his friend. There were quite a few really bad storms out east that day, and up north in Wyoming. Both places are far away from here. I was reassured to learn that.
The guy I live with often wonders why people wonder why he likes dry weather. Lots of wondering. The alternative here, since regular rain is pretty rare (which is why we show movies of it) is terrible storms. Today they said we might get tennis-ball-sized hail. You might be able to imagine what was said about that. Then later the forecast said baseball-sized. He said that if you think this sounds totally insane you would be right.
It often makes him quite sad that we live in a place which features such terrors. But, he said, being extremely philosophical, “Here we are”.
So around about noon, “anticipating the end of everything”, he went downstairs with a couple of flashlights, a gallon jug of water, my traveling water bowl, and he got out this little faux lacquered bowl, “just in case”. The bowl has a little plastic bag with some jewelry in it which is very important to him. He said that when he and Chess had to go downstairs that one time he took all those things down there.
This is what it looked like this morning. Not very threatening, as I think you’ll agree. The humidity was one hundred percent. Then they changed the forecast and the guy I live with was hugely relieved. As in super hugely relieved.
So now I can show the rain movies, made last Tuesday, without worrying that we might have much worse movies to show (of me and the guy I live with hiding downstairs).
The guy I live with said something about “popcorn” and movies and he had to explain that to me. I’ve never had popcorn. He said that he and his wife had a disagreement about how much butter went on the popcorn. I guess he preferred a lot. Like almost soggy, with a lot of salt. He said that Slipper was really afraid of all the appliances in the kitchen except for the popcorn popper; Slipper, who was really big, would lean his elbows on the kitchen counter watching the popcorn pop. He liked it so much that the guy I live with couldn’t say “popcorn” without Slipper getting all excited.When Slipper got sick and didn’t want to eat much, the guy I live with would buy something called “white cheddar popcorn” which Slipper would eat, or “suck up like a vacuum cleaner”, and Chess would get some too. I think I should get some, once in a while. Or constantly.
I got carried away. The movies are really too short for popcorn, though the guy I live with said you could think about popcorn while watching the movies. The guy I live with said when he went to movies he liked Milk Duds and Dots and that movies cost thirty-five cents to get in.
This next one is similar to the one posted on Facebook but it’s different. Kind of jiggly if you ask me. This was taken from the upstairs bedroom window, through the screen.
Okay, well, I really rambled a lot this evening. The guy I live with says I’m easily distracted. The other night I got really interested in a Striped Kitty in the garden late at night–again–and the guy I live with said not to, and to come in, which I did eventually, after he reminded me that I’m trained to come when he calls me, and that he had nothing but my best interests in mind when he yelled at me to come inside.
Then there was the really big snake under the birch tree just this afternoon, a snake which I tried to get, and the guy I live with said not to, like he always does it seems, and said that there was a bunny in the garden and that my priorities were all wrong for the day. I did finally chase the bunny out of the garden.
Until next time, then.