, rain, rain
As I sit here typing this at 8 in the morning, we have 1.5 inches of rain accumulated. My South Dakota bones tell me it’s not letting up anytime soon. Of course not. It is pouring. It is cold. It is melancholy. But it sure it a beautiful sound.
Yesterday it rained quite a bit in the morning, and my husband came home at noon to make a trip into town. So I sat in the library while he ran errands. When he got home, his boss told him to call it day due to the rain. I love those days!
We ordered him some new boots (that man goes through boots like it’s nobody’s business) and some work jeans from Overstock. Most of the men’s jeans had diamond-like studded back pockets. So thankful my man does not match my clothing. But we found some work jeans that looked sturdy and will hopefully last a year.
Books, books, books
So here I sit, reading. I’m in my cozy gray sweater that my husband says looks pretty on me and I have a warm drink in my hands. I just took out a few loaves of zucchini bread from the oven. Had it turned out presentable, I might have considered taking a photo to share. Unfortunately, it’s appearance would dock me a few “housewife” points. That’s ok; I know someone who’ll eat it anyways.
But our love of books and our sometimes somber attitude makes me feel more connected to her than the others. I am sure she’s not always like that. It only makes me like her more.
My husband should get off early. He has a meeting with a government worker about some land.
Land is getting harder and harder to come by because the richer folk come through and pay a pretty penny, only to divide the land into lots and place houses on them. Most farmers cannot compete with them.
I’ll probably write up how it turns out. We’ll find out in October.