Street Freak

I'm sure my neighbours think I'm clinically insane now. Meh, like I care.

It's been extremely warm here these past few weeks (well, extremely warm for Northern Alberta), and we've been at "risk" for thunderstorms since this heatwave started. And until tonight, nothing really came of these warnings. A few raindrops, a bit of wind, but nothing much. Then, the wind ripped the screen out of my bedroom window (that makes another screen I have to replace, damnit) and the rain started to come down. As Gunther was looking out the window, he realized a problem. He forgot to put the spouts down on the eves, and was not looking forward to getting drenched in order to do it. At this I scoffed, grabbed a towel, and headed outside.

What should have been an in and out job (two spouts, 20 feet from the door) tuned into a 15 minute frolic in the front yard as it poured. G Jr got the guts to join me (crouched down so the water wouldn't run down the back of his shirt), and the two of us splashed bare foot on the sidewalk while Gunther laughed.

And now I'm back inside, drying off, and realizing it was a much better temprature outside, regardless of how wet it was. But I can't sneek out until G Jr goes to bed, or I'll have a three year old tagging along. However, I can't blame him. I felt like a kid again doing that.