winter has finally hit socal. cold weather. well, cold for this desert anyway. plus a nice hard rain. there’s nothing like a nice rain especially after the last few winters of desultory or just vague rain fall. if the state doesn’t go broke in the next few days i’m certain the water police will be out and about this coming summer. count on it.
my friend, jwfh, did a nice piece on rain today. it got me thinking. rain is god’s atonement for us or a washing machine, as it were. sure sometimes there is a bit too much rain but sometimes the washer overflows or one of the hoses breaks. none the less, those of us who live here in this desert love the rain and god’s stellar rinse cycle pretty much anytime it’s available.
this past friday the brown eyed girl and i attended a family function. a funeral to be exact. one of the brown eyed girl’s uncles. funerals are funerals and this one was just the usual except for the music. a small mariachi group, led by the uncle’s oldest son, played some fine haunting stuff during the mass, at the graveside, and at the lunch after wards.
during the lunch i had to make several trips to the food line to get stuff for the brown eyed girl and myself. it was a small room and a large crowd of relatives and friends. there was an attractive young blond woman with huge tits who was clogging up one of the aisles. she was chatting with someone and seemed to get annoyed with anyone who had to walk through her, i’m sure, very very important conversation. women pushing kids in strollers or old white guys hauling stuff to and from the food line. it didn’t matter. she wasn’t happy and only grudingly moved. anyways, i’m thinkin’ she’s one of the reasons it’s raining.
the brown eyed girl and i spent yesterday afternoon making english toffee candy and merange cookies called brutti something or another. she was supposed to do the deal with one of her girlfriends. they do it every year around this time. trouble was they just couldn’t work out a day and a time. something always happened. so i volunteered to assist the brown eyed girl.
i’m a pretty good cook but baking has and never will be one of my fortes. i just don’t have the patience for it. even though my mom was an amazing baker and my dad made a living doing it before ww2. i guess those genes didn’t get passed along. it was fun and i enjoyed it but after 3 or 4 hours of the fun i’d had enough candy cookie making for one day. i must say the stuff tastes wonderful and i’m happy i was able to help but as a regular thing. no thanks. but then i’m not a sweets or desserts person for the most part. i’m a ‘call any vegatable…call one today’ sorta guy. ok. before someone asks the veggie reference is an old mothers of invention tune of the same name.
the rain has been coming down for almost 12 hours straight now. it’s still raining hard. the street out front is a sorta rampant stream. one i’m glad i don’t have to ford. the temperature is hovering around 43 degrees. winter has finally fallen and i couldn’t be happier.