When I was notified that I had won a prize for rainmaking, I was gobsmacked.
I don’t know what came over me, but after a graffiti artist wrote “dirty girl” on my unwashed car, I was forced to wash my car by hand. Here I was trying to be a good citizen by conserving water in our drought-forsaken state – and was being berated for it.
Still, it did bring the rain.
Then I started receiving threatening notes saying “Enough already!” Listen! I am in charge of causing rain, not stopping it, so shush.
The rain caused a roof leak not covered by my homeowner’s fee as the house was remodeled years ago by the original owner. Nothing is covered in my homeowner’s fee except for the battery in my smoke detector. Fortunately things have changed. I now have what is known as a “forever” battery.
Which reminds me of an unexpected though exciting instance recently. I had taken a nap with my medical alert – now, now, it’s a watch not a person. I must have accidently pressed the help button in my sleep. The next thing I knew I heard boot sounds and loud male voices yelling, “Firemen! Firemen! Shout out!”
What? I was groggy and stumbled forward to see three of the most gorgeous firefighters in full uniform, as if sent by Central Casting. If this is a dream, don’t wake me. The doors were locked, but here they were.
In a bit of serendipity, a worker who was here the day before inadvertently left the sliding glass door unlocked, lucky me.
When the heroes were assured that I was fine and I asked if they wanted to party, they laughed and left. I was grateful to know the alert watch worked, though since the incident, I keep having dreams about buying matches.
The roof kept leaking. I made calls to various repair services. No availability until June. I asked what I should do until then. They all gave the same spiritual advice: “Pray it doesn’t rain until then.”
Reminder: When one has supreme potent power about creating weather, one must be cautious…
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