Strange how hard it rains now.

Mike and I had two tall bookcases that we used to store DVDs, but when we moved here, we decided that we wanted something else to store our DVDs. This means that our DVDs are still in boxes. Which means that we have been watching the same movies over and over. One day we will find the perfect thing to store our DVDs. How do you store your DVDs? Any advice? (Please keep in mind that we have over 200 movies. It’s kind of out of control.)

When we decided to get rid of the bookcases, I asked one of my teacher friends if she wanted them for her classroom. She said she did, so last night Mike and I loaded them (along with a coffeetable for another teacher) into the back of my grandpa’s truck. Which was parked on the street in front of our house. And then we watched some Olympics, read some books, went to bed. I took some cough syrup and promptly fell asleep. And then I woke up at 11:00 to Mike’s eyes boring into the side of my head . . . and the sound of pouring rain.

Sure, sensible people would have taken care of this sort of thing beforehand. Sensible people would have checked the weather or preemptively backed the truck into the carport. But that’s not the kind of people we are, so I pulled on a sweatshirt, backed the other two cars out of the driveway, and had Mike back the truck in safely. I hope our neighbors were entertained. My pajamas legs were soaked.

Afterwards, we looked at the radar, and the little patch where it was raining was the only place in a five-state area where there was any rain at all. Perhaps the key to fighting drought is to load your possessions into the back of a pickup truck, assume it’s not going to rain because it never does, and wait for it to start pouring.

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