With the exception of the 5 days at the beach (for which I am grateful), it has been raining forever. Or at least that's what it feels like. Irene, Lee, "the instability in the west" - rain, incessant rain for a good month now. At one point I shot an e-mail to my daughter saying that it was a good thing that there was no wind because we'd be losing trees like crazy if there was. Shortly after that I looked outside just in time to see a tree pass my deck on its way down. The ground is so saturated that it just toppled. Oh, well, at least it will make good firewood for a friend of mine who can't get out and cut her own. If it ever stops raining long enough for me to get to it.
But as my mind bounced around with "STOP!!!! STOP RAINING!!!!" last night I remembered some old friends.
I have Pooh on my bookshelf, too. I used to retreat to the Hundred Acre Wood when the world was seeming a bit too Lovecraftian. Maybe it's time to take a walk with Christopher Robin. Maybe slide through the back of the wardrobe and pay a visit to Narnia as well.