Rain, rain go away!
“See you tomorrow,” I said to Enrico on Tuesday night. I was thrilled at how the preparations were coming on. A line of posts was up, large wooden posts ready in the ground for the larger of two gates we were, in short, getting on swimmingly.
“Unless it rains,” he said.
“It can’t rain!” I squeaked. “The alpacas are supposed to be arriving next week.”
“That’ll be up to Him,” he said looking upwards.
“You mean controlling the weather isn’t among your many talents?”
He laughed, but then said the forecast was Not Good.
It has poured. bucketed and stair-rodded it ever since. So the alpaca preparations have ground to a squelching halt and I am once more thwarted. Sooo frustrating!