I like rain as much as the next person. Okay, I'll even go as far as to say I like it better than the next person, and the one after that, too.But one of the things that makes me appreciate it so much is the lack of it (normally) during the summer. I start whining in May, and spend all of June, July, August and September kvetching about the sun and the brightness and skin cancer. It's my summer hobby, if you will.
Since we haven't had summer yet, except for a few days here and there, I have nothing to complain about, sun-wise. Looks like summer is going to go right into winter, and as much as I love winter, I also love the changing of the seasons. So I'm a little bummed out.
Maybe it's getting to me more this year as I sometimes sell at the Sunday Market. And it has rained damn near every Sunday, which is terrible for business.
Not that it matters ... the market is a fiasco, anyway. There are way too many vendors, and the aisles are full of non-shoppers coming out to show off their kids and dogs. Every year the dogs get smaller, the kids get bigger and more obnoxious, and they both get louder and more annoying.
Looks like rain yet again this Sunday, and I reserved tomorrow's spot at the market a couple of weeks ago. I can't think of anything I'd rather do less. Hell, I remember when the market used to be fun, rain or shine.
And I am in the unlikely, actually unheard of position of wanting some sun.
