Saturday, February 10, 2007
Bring on the rain
The sky is the underside of a frying pan, blistered and black. It's been spattering rain on me all morning, and I am grateful. I've had some week, the kind where one big-full emotion smacks you in the head and then steps aside to make way for the next. I am glad of a grey day to wrap me up in clouds as I curl inside its slate comfort and let things unfurl in the shadows.
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Today I think I experienced what you lovely Irishes (I do not know if this is a word) call blecht (this may not be how you spell it). I walked out of a shop into a fine shet of rain that instantly wet me all over without hammering in any way.
I thought, I shall have to tell the lovely Fiona of this.
Miss Tickle! Thank you for sharing that. This is a most Irish phenomenon that I am delighted to see is catching on across the water. Although I am sorry you got so wet, if that is not what you were after when you walked out of the shop. Still, worth it for the word blecht, which I am very fond of.
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