Leaves of Grass

OK, whoever upstairs controls the rain machine, I have one thing to say: You can stop for a while! I think we got the point. It reminds me of SNL (the name of the skit escapes me at the moment) where Will Farrell says "more cowbell!" The rain machine person is like the cowbell guy, thinking to himself, "if I do this, I'm going to do this with conviction!" I'm a fan of the sound of the cowbell, but a little of that sound goes a long way. Much like this rain we've been having.

I don't know about you, but every time I watch some random "Wide World of Sports" episode (and is this program even on any more?) it usually happens to be downhill skiing. It always seems that there is some crazy Swiss contingent that plasters themselves in the colors of their flag, and they always ring that damn cowbell. It's always a veritable cornucopia of sizes and timbres, but cowbell nonetheless. And they ring those bells like they're going out of style. I always have to wonder whether or not the Swiss population tends to have a higher frequency of deafness than any other nationality.

Well, that cowbell, is how I feel about this rain lately. A little bit has gone a LONG way. I have come to the conclusion that I don't like the feeling of wet grass while walking barefoot. It's kind of slimy, and god knows how many worms, birds or other fauna has pooped on the grass to make it feel that way.

Anyhow, it was a definite wake up this morning. All I know is, wear shoes, and stop the rain!