It's been raining since 1955.
Or so we keep saying. Making a game out of the longevity and endlessness of these rivers in the atmosphere. Driving has become a white-knuckled extreme sport as I hydroplane into town to shop and back up the highway in the dim, soaked to the skin. Listen, I'm not going to lie, I love it. I love the smell of the petrichor, I love the way moss is growing on virtually everything, and I love the tiny warm fairy lights lighting up every room and outside too, on the porch, on the patio and in the gardens to make things cozy and warm.
The grass is growing and there are big juicy green buds on all of the trees, a smattering of blossoms already on the cherry trees in the orchard and I think I have mushrooms growing on the backs of my boots. The peony shoots are popping through everywhere. It's going to be so pretty.
I bought a whole bag of sour candy tubs from the Superstore today, because rain means reading and reading requires candy. It's a present activity, unlike watching shows, which can be fulfilled while doing other things. Knitting, surfing, walking on the treadmill, talking. I miss a bunch of stuff, but when do I not? I must say, I MOWED right through four seasons of Yellowstone thinking I would finish up only to sadly discover there is another season that's not even on Netflix. I have like four different streaming platforms, I'm not subscribing to any more so I guess I'll have to wait.
In the meantime, I'm watching Love, Meghan.
Which.
Well?
I want to like her so badly. I don't know why. I'm a huge royal watcher, I love it when new blood is injected into old tradition, I adore the protocols and the pomp and circumstance of it all and I get that this was touted as a modern-day Martha Stewartesque type show but..but..
GAWD.
It's awful. I mean it's pretty, in a Chef's Table kind of way, the 'set' is gorgeous, the little snippets of DIY are great if not maddeningly simple and they make everything look easy. What I hate are the fourth-wall breaking, constant reminders that this isn't her house (who would ever have known if they weren't pointing it out all the time?) and the fridge full of pre-measured ingredients. She's trying so obviously hard to be laid-back and chill and competent and is coming across removed and snobbish. Like it's not working and I can't figure out the energy. There are glimmers of hope and then right back to whatever she's trying to be.
On the other hand, Ben and I are RAPT watching Border Security on Youtube. Never have I ever enjoyed a show this much. See? I'm easy to please. Give me candy, rain and boys.