At six in the morning yesterday, the NOAA had, for the current weather in Boston "N/A VOID." So when I walked out the door, I had to return for an umbrella. Turns out it was about 60F, with 25mph winds, gusting to 40, and 0.7" of rain in that hour. I ran, and was shoved and dampened the whole way to the train. As it was pulling away, me on the wrong side of the platform, a Miracle, the driver stopped, opened his window, and gestured me around the track. Clambered on, damp and grateful and out of breath.
At the notorious Park station, the Red Line was delayed for a disabled train, I stood awhile looking at the uncharacteristically shiny rails, and decided that wet was better than late, so I ran up and grabbed a Green line to the nearer station, and walked the rest of the way. My legs were soaked to the thigh, and I was never so glad that I had dry scrubs awaiting me. I like rain, but when it drives sidewards, less so.
Had a room that was fast and full, but predictable and doable. As long as I get there early enough to be ready, so, right choice.
Quitting time, my jeans were still soaked and clammy, so I snag clean scrub pants for the trip home (I never do this), planning to catch a cab. No cabs. The T, again, but a seat, which is almost as good.
Nothing funny at work but for Hari and Shahzad making fun of me for not understanding a word of what they were saying about cricket. I simply replied that I know nothing of football or basketball, either.
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Miracles do happen, but only when you're not looking for one.
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You had Halifax rain, Zhoe! I sympatize. Here, umbrellas have a three second life span. And yet, stupidly, I have never owned a proper raincoat or rubber boots since I moved here. I think some part of me is outraged and expects the universe to correct this sideways rain thing momentarily, having realized the design flaw.
Sideways rain= chapped legs!?
...Actually, that would explain my rash, or just the fresh new scrub pants.
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