The Universe Conspires Some More

Hard to believe that we could put men on the moon 45 years ago, and the President could talk to them on a landline... but we can't predict the weather a day out, with our current technology.

I started to town on Thursday for my errand day. It was nice and sunny when I got in the shower. Temps in the upper 70s. But when I rolled up the driveway in T-Hoe, I saw black clouds. Huh. That was NOT in the forecast! 

By the time I got to Sis-Town, rain was sluicing down. You may recall that T-Hoe's windshield wipers have two speeds. Or perhaps I should say TOO speeds. Too slow, and too fast. I drove to the Sis-Town Casey's for T-Hoe's weekly gas. The rain was a deluge. So I passed on by, and headed out to my bank. You know, the bank without anybody to operate the drive-thru lanes.

The sun even shines on Mrs. HM's rumpus some days. The rain slowed to a mere sprinkle. The sky was light. Of course somebody was parked in the handicap space. No placard, no plate giving them that legal privilege. I parked on the far side of them, and hobbled inside. Huh. It was an old lady. She seemed spry enough not to need that handicap space. It's not like it put her closer to the door for the rain. That handicap space is at the end of the building. The only benefit is a ramp instead of a step up to the sidewalk to get inside.

Anyhoo... I did my banking business, then headed back to Casey's for gas. I was behind that wave of rain. Only one person ahead of me inside. Yet when I started out, the deluge had returned. I got soaked! It's not like I could wait under the Casey's roof to see if the rain slackened. There are only a couple minutes before the pumps won't recognize that you just paid inside. Then you have to go back in and have the clerk reset it. So slowly I hobbled, drenched to the skin, to get under the roof of at the pumps. While pumping, I heard my phone. A text from The Pony:

"Stopped to take a lunch, because WOW 'sudden very heavy rain' was not forecast on my weather app this morning..."

"Yeah. I'm soaked, getting gas."

At Country Mart, I waited for the rain to lessen. Lucky for me there was a cart/walker to push while hobbling from the handicap space to the front door. Too bad the porch area was taken up by pallets of potting soil, and racks of plants. No roof over Mrs. HM as she had to ambulate on the slanted blacktop of the roadway, to bypass those privileged products under roof. Inside, my hands were so wet that the lottery machine did not want to recognize that I was a human on its touch screen. And I had to dry my debit card on my pants when checking out, because it had gotten soaked in my shirt pocket.

April showers are not Mrs. HM's friend.