Untitled Suits Me

I have thoughts. Half baked, maybe, but thoughts. Feelings too, though they are sort of muted lately, worn down from over use.

I just don’t have the time or energy to turn any of it into words.

Life would be so much easier if there were an actual human around to mumble at. Full sentences wouldn’t be required, and the mere fact they are stuck looking at your face would prompt at least polite feigned interest.

But here I am, my only human interactions most days involve typing away words that people I’ll never meet (or in most cases know the name of) read. Because monologues to strangers on Tumblr still feel more like making a connection than my chatter to the beasties.**

And now I just don’t even feel like bothering with even that anymore.

**Though the beasties are unignorably responsive….rolling over for a belly rub (the pig), flopping next to me for a nap (the dog), or making an utter purring nuisance of themselves (the cats). Love you online folks, but pet feedback is rather more active than clicking like!

***sigh***

****sigh****

Just….

I have The Carpet People, BUT it’s her signed and unread, pristine book, not her reading copy.

I can’t find The Dodger’s Guide to London or The Complete Discworld Atlas. (Or the later editions of the Discworld guides after the “New”. I’m not entirely sure about counting them)

I can find two of the Long etc (Earth, War, Mars…) books he co-wrote, but not the first two, just the 3rd and 5th.

I’m currently reading The New Discworld Companion, and at my rate of reading it’ll be about a week before I’m done. Perfect timing for a poll!

Sooooo, taking into account I’m broke and I don’t have a local library (rural living, remember!) …..

First, know I appreciate you. I know you have a thing against rain. I’ve seen you part the most intense lines of storms to part around us. Even bands from hurricanes weaken and fumble around us. The number of times we have been spared terrible damage because you made the clouds part have been a true gift.

But…

We are in a drought. A serious drought. And now this gift is starting to feel like a curse. Yesterday there were thunderstorms all around us, thundering an booming, blowing the trees, cooling the air, but what actual rain did we get here? Five seconds of widely space drops. Five seconds.

We aren’t just talking brown lawns and wilting gardens, but remember this is still farm country.

Specifically, personally, I live on a farm. The plants can’t grow without at least some rain. Without a crop the farmer won’t be able to pay much rent to us at the end of the year. The taxes for our land, fields and woods, come out of the rent. As someone without the money to pay out of pocket, I need the rent to be enough to cover the taxes so I don’t have to sell out my share or, maybe worse, have to deal with my brother wanting/needing to log the woods.

So PLEASE give me some rain. I know you hate rain, but we really need this. You don’t even have to completely break the drought (after the last few years drought I know that ain’t happening without a hurricane). Just give me enough rain to let the crops cover the property taxes.

I’m perfectly willing to make some exchange if you require it, as long as blood sacrifices aren’t involved of course. You know where to find me, obviously.

Thanks!

(You think I’m joking…and okay I am. Still, there is something weird about this place that causes the storms to part, probably to do with the river and our high bank with low swamps in the other side.

I mentioned the weather witch as a joke to an online friend once. She had a lot of storm anxieties, and as a friend she started checking out the radar whenever she heard their were warnings for my area. She was like, OMG! You are right! So the weather witch became a thing when we chatted. I haven’t heard from her in years….hope she’s okay…but the weather witch has stayed a “thing” for me.