It started raining last night, and hasn't let up since. I know this because I was up most of the night with David, who has developed a cough that only comes on at night. This is the first time it has rained here since we moved to Alexander. I would say this is wonderful for the grass, but we actually only have dirt around our trailer until next spring.
When I took Bella up to the bus stop this morning, it was cold enough that our fingers turned red. The weather report says it should be down to 25* tonight and a good chance of snow. Tomorrow night is supposed to be down to 18*. I wasn't expecting Winter to arrive so soon, I just got my fall decorations up! lol - I guess out here on the prairie any time after September is fair game for the snow to start flying. I think I will prefer snow to this rain though (which, to be fair, is very rare here). Not because I mind rain, I kind of enjoy it. But because we are not set up for the mud that comes with it.
On the way back from the bus stop, my shoes collected this thick sticky clay mud and I almost slid down the hill to our house. By the time I reached our door, I think I was about 2 inches taller than when I went outside! lol. I had nowhere to clean my shoes, so I just had to scrape them off on the side of the steps and step inside, making a muddy mess in the doorway.
I was dreading taking the dogs out to go potty, because I knew they would be big mudballs when they came back in, and they would shake off all over my living room and race around getting clay and mud all over the carpet.(did I mention that I don't have a working vaccuum cleaner right now?) I decided to take them out one at a time, so Scully went first, and while he was out, I got a towel to wipe him down when he came back in. I caught him at the door and tried to clean his feet, but the clay wouldn't come out of his fur, so I had to pick him up and carry him at arms length straight into the bathroom and stick him in the tub to rinse him down. I think there was about a cup of mud that came off him, and there were even some PEBBLES! goodness. He escaped and raced into Bellas room and started rubbing his face on her blue carpet to dry off.
I lost my temper and when I caught him, I yelled at him and spanked him before putting him back in the tub to dry him off. Of course David was standing there watching. When I looked at him, he said, "You should apologize to Scully for being mad to him". Heavy sigh. Yes. I should. But first, I need to apologize to you, my little friend who watches everything I do and learns how to handle life by (unfortunately) MY example, since I seem to be the only adult here for you to watch. First apology of the day down by 8:40, I got Scully relatively clean, dried him off, and drug him straight into his crate. Then I got to repeat the process with Missie. Fortunately she goes potty right next to the house. Unfortunately she wouldn't step off the stairs when she felt the rain, so I had to 'go' with her. Between taking Bella to the bus, giving Scully a bath, and standing in the rain with Missie, I was soaked to the bone by 8:45am. I can't believe the amazing desire I have to rehome my dogs after just ONE rainy morning here.
I think I just need to sit down, analyze the issues we encountered this morning, and do what I do best: start problem solving. We have no deck, and inside the house is only carpet, so it is going to be an incredible challenge to keep things anywhere near clean this winter, I can tell already. I knew this before, of course. But when I told Per we either needed a deck or linoleum inside the front door, he kind of said something like I needed to quit whining and be grateful that we have a house (or at least that is what I got out of the conversation). Knowing the kind and thoughtful nature of my husband, of COURSE this is not what he really said, only what my selfish, self-centered self heard).
Anyway. I am sure I will actually have a positive spin to put to each and every whiny complaint I served up here this morning, but I am feeling chilly and whimpy and need to go soak in a warm tub and have a little 'come to Jesus' meeting before I can move forward with this day. I will try to say something more positive later.
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