Dillard is talking about rain around the summer solstice. The remnants of Hurricane Agnes. It has been downgraded to a tropical storm, which means a lot of rain and wind, which causes a whole lot of flooding around Tinker Creek. Buckets of water. Trees washing away. Boulders rolling downstream. Very Old Testament stuff.
|Don't they look happy?|
And I did the good parent thing, as well. My wife and I made chocolate chip butterscotch cookies for my son and oatmeal butterscotch cookies for my daughter. The whole house smells like a Mrs. Fields kiosk at the mall.
I will be at the bus stop when my son gets home in a couple of hours. My daughter has driver's ed this afternoon., so I will be teaching at the university by the time she returns from her first day of tenth grade.
It's still raining. The thunder and lightning have pretty much subsided, but I haven't seen any ark floating down the street yet, although the day is still fairly young. I have an evening of teaching composition ahead of me. Essays to workshop. Journal entries to write. Knowledge to impart. You know, the whole professor thing.
It has been a good day. School bus. Cookies. I even got to go back to bed for a little while this morning after my sausage croissants. Days are never perfect, but this gets pretty damn close. I'm sure that my son will come home, watch some inappropriate videos on my iPad, maybe find some inappropriate cartoons or pictures. Life has a way of getting in the way of perfection.
Saint Marty will just eat some cookies and pretend that he's the best father in the world. At least for today.