Don’t Rain on My Parade!

Don’t Rain on My Parade!

I saw the five-day weather forecast earlier today, and I am not a happy camper. I begin moving to my new apartment on Friday, and we’re supposed to have rain this weekend. Rain!

I can see it now—water pouring down from the sky, soaking the movers and my boxes of stuff, my furniture, and my computer equipment!

I can see it now—everyone running to move the stuff from the apartment to the truck, or from the truck to the aparment, in as little time as possible to keep the drenching to a minimum, and they’re slipping, slip-sliding away, falling prone, with the boxes flying out of their hands, down one story, crashing on the pavement, crinkling the cardboard box corners, breaking the glass, the porcelain, the china, the electronics, or whatnot inside, smashing into tiny little itty bitty pieces and getting airbone, to land in Gerda’s friend Kay’s eyes.

I can see it now—me stressing out about wet and muddy boxes and feet making tracks all over the steam-cleaned carpet, freaking out the cat who is frantically scratching grooves into every smooth surface with which she comes into contact, meowing like crazy and pissing or pooping her unhappiness on every inch of floor and bed.

Yeah… I’m not too optimistic right now. Rain at a wedding is good luck. Rain during a move is a nightmare. I’m almost inclined to chant and do a rain-go-away dance, but I know that resistance is futile.

The best I can hope for is virga. No, really.

I think I should start praying for it now.

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17 thoughts on “Don’t Rain on My Parade!”

  2. I suppose Viagra would help by giving each moving guy an extra arm to work with… hmm…no? There might be an idea there.

  3. I did the same thing as Davezilla and thought you wrote Viagra. Thinking, how in the world would Viagra help you move? Excuse me while I go find some Hooked on Phonics books.

  4. Tony, Dave tells me "Moving is hard."
    I’m guessing that reading my writing must be, too… ;o)

  5. Well, moving may be hard and reading your blog can be hard, at least for Dave and I, but if virga was read as Viagra, wouldn’t that mean writing your blog is hard too? 😉

  7. Well, maybe posting is hard…umm I think I better stop while I am ahead…umm, never mind, I think I should just stop posting now… 🙂

  9. I’m singing in the rain,
    just singing in the rain,
    what a glorious feeling ,
    I’m ha-ha-happy again…

  12. Commencing the rain dance with a dash of a cold dance thrown in for good measure.

    Hiiii ya ya ya,
    Hiiii ya ya ya,

  16. bud or bud light? and, how about in a long neck?

    humm…not sure that worked at all. not hardly, too much of a stretch for a pun.

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