Yesterday dawned a glorious leaden gray, everything awash in the brilliant splendor of Pantone 416. The sky was gray, the streets and buildings and moods were gray, even the air — gray.
It was the fourth in a series of gloomy days predicted to stretch well into next week. Extended forecasts, though, are notoriously unreliable; in fact, would they even qualify as wild guesses? Judges? No, they wouldn’t.
Here, on the fifth soggy morning in a row, it’s 64º with 92% humidity and a UV Index of 1 — Low — with a light rain. Puddles dot the sidewalks, cars splash like pontoons, people look glum under their umbrella canopies.
After a few quick errands, I looked basted and in need of a towel. The car seats were damp and had wet paw prints, the steering wheel was, ew, clammy. Plastic grocery bags, groceries, hair, socks, everything — wet. It’s the kind of weather where patience is thin and frustration is high. It’s bleak, naturally, but any worse than the previous four? Yes.
I’m growing mold on my north-facing side. Mold!
Enough already. Where’s the sun? Why doesn’t it come out? Is it on vacation, was it kidnapped, what? Ever since our very benign and mild winter I’m worried about payback, the big backlash — things like arctic cold snaps or suffocating heat waves or rain forest status.
That’s what we’re on the verge of becoming, you know: a rain forest — drippy and squishy, but minus the exotic foliage. (Unless corn is considered exotic in your local area.)
And now that Newtie’s left the campaign trail, we’re out of options. Who else will colonize the moon? Bet that’s a nice, dry climate up there, what with the craters and moon rocks. There’s a dark side to it, though. Well, according to Pink Floyd, anyway — has anyone checked their facts? Pardon me, Houston, we have a question.
Be honest. Wouldn’t we all like a pretty Pantone 712 (sea shell pink) day or maybe a lovely 538 (blue sky)? I would. Dry out this mold and pruney finge–hey, the sun’s out.
Never mind.
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the whirly girl 
14 responses to “: goody, a pantone 416 day :”
My mood has been a pantone-416 lately. Why, Lisa? For the sun has been shining here. Shining and heating things up to a boil. Still the p-416 ruled the roost. Ironically, as the rain falls today, the mood lifts. Your post may have had something to do with the lift, too.
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Aw, that’s sweet.
I’ve been in the same 416 rut lately. It starts to fade, I whip off a post, and WHAM!, it’s back. I think it’s the new meds, I hope. Only ten days to go, yay! Keep your chin up, LD, there’s a bright, sunny pantone 102 headed our way. I can feel it.
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Aaaaah, pantone 102. I look forward to that day. :)
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We have one today. Hope you did, too, or will soon.
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Nothing bums me out more than cloudy humidity. It’s just so wrong.
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I know, Angie, they should be illegal. Snow and cold should be, too.
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I hate pantone 416 days. So, so much.
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Ditto, suzymarie. Let’s boycott.
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Sounds hectic and uncomfortable. Fortunately I have sun in abundance :)
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Lucky dog : )
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I think the weather is playing hiding-go-seek… but the kind that you played when you were young. Where you hid so well that no one found you and then fell asleep in your hiding spot. The weather has certainly been like a PMS’ing woman here in SA. Its like summer again, summer with chilly nights. (and all this after I had packed all my summery stuff away for the winter). I’ll bluetooth you some sunshine… we got loads.
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Yay, Liezel, send sunshine and lots of it. I’ll send you some warmth when you need it. Deal?
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how about some wind to dry you out, i have plenty of that and am happy to share or even swap you for some wet! this seems like a good arrangement to me.. c
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Nice try there, celi, but I have plenty of wind here, too. In fact, this evening features some kind of storm watch or warning. So I guess we’re in store for more or both — rain and wind. Better grab hold of something. Stay safe there on the farmy.
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