Monsoon has a usual pattern. Sun in the morning, apocalyptic storm in the afternoon, breeze in the evening. There are variations, sure, because nothing is ever sure or completely to be depended on. But that’s the usual.
But now it’s more like rain, followed by more rain, with scattered patches of Apocalypse. It’s really very tiresome. Neighbor L claims to be fading away from Seasonal Affective Disorder which seems unlikely since this has only been going on for a few days. But I do admit that when I woke up to the sound of even more rain the thought of wrists and razor blades did briefly occur.
Going to meet my ride yesterday morning the Jeep’s windows were half-fogged, so at one point I didn’t see the lake of mud I dove into and barely made it out of. The wash crossings weren’t running at that moment, but they were on the way back. Not enough to stop someone in a 4X4, just enough to need strategy. I had to fight the Jeep sideways as often as front-on, and it occurred to me that a hermit’s life is really rather sheltered: I usually just hide in the cabin when it’s like this, but most people have to be out and about. It’s like driving on ice, only with thick mud and wash-outs hidden under flowing water. It took forever to get back to the Lair yesterday, and by the time I did I was a nervous wreck.
Now it’s not raining at the moment but the sky is thick clouds. I’ll post this if I ever get a connection, but I don’t expect there’ll be much in the way of Internet today. I should go feed the chickens while it isn’t raining and the road is half-passable.
I really hate mud.