DXMachina (dxmachina) wrote,

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Waiting for the Rain...

There's never a thunder god around when you need one. At least, that's the way it seems. After a couple days of absolutely miserable heat and humidity, storms have been traversing the region since mid-afternoon, but all we've gotten is overcast skies, a stiff breeze, temperatures dropping to the mid-eighties by late afternoon, and high seventies now. The humidity is such that it still feels like one is swimming in soup outside, but at least the soup is no longer piping hot. It's been raining north of here for hours now. The Sox got rained out at Fenway. Not a drop here, though. It'll really suck if we don't get anything. We haven't had a decent rain since June, and the flora is starting to pine for the fjords.

I've been staying mostly near the a/c all weekend, which was fighting somewhat of a losing battle against this much heat, and this much humidity. I failed to do much of anything, and even some of the things I did do failed miserably. I tried making tapioca pudding yesterday, but instead wound up with cream of tapioca soup. Or maybe you could call it a boba vanilla milkshake. Anyway, whatever it was, it was a complete failure as comfort food. I tried reading in front of the a/c in the back room early this afternoon, and woke up two hours later completely groggy.

I did spend some time down in the basement cleaning out the laundry area (it's been years), vacuuming, cleaning up the cobwebs, hauling away several years worth of accumulated dryer lint, detergent boxes, and spent softener sheets, and sorting through old clothes to figure out what to bring the the Salvation Army. The obnoxious thing is that it was actually hotter in the basement than it was upstairs. I also took the opportunity afforded by the lower temps late this afternoon to reinstall the hard lid for my truck's bed, replacing the soft tonneau cover that I've been riding around with since I helped Vee move a couple weeks ago. (The lid turns my truck bed into an enormous trunk, which nice and secure, but not so handy when moving furniture.) Even with the lower temperature and stiff breeze, I wound up drenched in sweat. Really, it was just a miserable weekend.

I only follow a few comic strips anymore. One of them, For Better or for Worse, has been running a story-line that has been annoying the everliving crap out of me. Elizabeth is being harassed by a lunkhead at the garden center where she works. She's also noticed that someone seems to be following her. The stalker even parks outside her house one night until Daddy Patterson chases him away. Here's what annoys me. Dad gets the stalker's plate number, but Liz won't let him call the police. She can handle the lunkhead. Skip forward a couple of days, Liz is left alone to mind the garden center, and the lunkhead attacks her. She is rescued by Anthony, her high school boyfriend. who beats up the lunkhead, and sends him on his way. Liz and Anthony fall into each other's arms. How sweet.

There's a bunch of problems here. First off, Anthony is already married to the Wicked Witch of West Toronto. They have a child. The wife has been repeated painted as the worst human being on Earth, but it's never really been explained what a nice milksop like Anthony saw in the harpy in the first place. Second off, why hasn't anyone called the police about the lunkhead. It was an attempted rape. The fact that Anthony gave him a good sound thrashing doesn't mean you don't call the cops on him. I doubt very much he's learned lesson Anthony and Liz seem to think he's learned. Now he'll just go find someone else to harass, and this time he'll bring a weapon.

This is all obscuring the real question. How did Anthony happen to be Johnny-on-the-spot to save Liz? He's supposed to be home taking care of his child. We never did find out who was parked outside the house at night. What if the stalker was actually Anthony? It's obvious he's still in love with Elizabeth. There've been all those longing looks over the years. He'd certainly prefer her to the harpy. That would actually make the whole thing worth while, especially if Liz finds out. It wouldn't be hard. All she (or Dad) would have to do is recognize the plate number on Anthony's car. Of course, given her recent track record, she'd probably take it as a sign of his twoo wuv for her and immediately fall into his arms again, rather than reporting him to the police. Still, I can dream about Liz handing him over to the Mounties just as the harpy serves him with divorce papers. I doubt they'll go that way.

Brad Penny pitched a tremendous game today, scattering eight hits in a complete game win over the Mets, beating Pedro Martinez, 2-1. The story for most of the game was Martinez, who was pitching a no-hitter until Antonio Perez tripled with one out in the bottom of the eighth. Jayson Werth followed with a homer for the lead. I have to admit I was torn. I would've liked to see both Martinez and the Mets finally get a no-hitter, just not against the Dodgers.

Ooh! Is that thunder?
Tags: baseball, comics, cooking, home, weather

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