April showers? Please, even it out, Mother Nature!

 

The clouds looks fluffy and playful in the afternoon, but started rumbling later as the front is rolling through.  We are dry in our state, for sure, and even though it's only mid-April, we have had several wildfires, sparked by "dry lightning".  My sense is that normally this happens in July and August.  April is supposed to be storing up rainfall!

A triathlete acquaintance who leads hunting parties posted a Facebook live from near one of the fires.  Prayers for everyone in the path.  So far, the firefighters are doing a good job of containing them, but thousands of acres of land have been burned.

If we're lucky, we'll get some rain out of this front.  Cross your fingers for us.  

Here's hoping that next week it will look better.

Saturday morning:  yes, it did rain overnight.  I heard the rumbles overhead in the night.  It doesn't look drenched or flooded, but there were a few puddles in the grocery parking lot when I went to get a few things.

The temperature has plummeted after having been in the 80's for three days running.  Just in time for the weekend.

Saturday evening was our "faux rehearsal dinner".  The groom and the best man were off on a mini-bachelor party, crawling the downtown bars, including the ax-throwing place (which we all fervently hoped from the dinner they were doing first, before drinking any alcohol).  Plans were in place so that neither would drive "home".  

Meanwhile, at the restaurant, the bride, the man of honor, the parents and an aunt and uncle of the bride joined the mother of the groom (me) for a festive evening meal.  It was crowded and loud (see what happens when you reserve on Saturday evening?)  I had my first margarita (a virgin lime one) and enjoyed the complexity of salt versus the tart of the lime.  Excellent fancy drink for a non-drinker... I will tuck this one into the back of my mind.

The main triangle of conversation for me included the man of honor and the bride.  The acoustics made for smaller group talking.

The man of honor (who is a hoot, by the way) had quesadillas;

the bride had street tacos;

and I enjoyed about a third of what's on this plate, chicken enchiladas mole.  

We lingered for quite a while, and the leftover boxes came out!  

Everybody made it home safe.  I will call it a win.

Monday will be the Boston Marathon day, and plans are being made to track and follow as needed.  This is kind of my personal memorial day for my brother.  I prefer this time of celebration to remember him and his achievements, rather than the anniversary of his passing.  My dentist's husband will be running this year and their entire family is in Boston for the week.  I'm thinking warm thoughts for all the runners, their families, and the home town folks there.

Life is good.

Spark on!