Under a swift sunrise.*
Our better-late-than-never March rain has turned the cross country course into a scene from the Emerald Isle. The person who cuts our hair made a bet with somebody that it would rain “a lot” in March. A $200 bet. The questions I have are: how much is “a lot”, and who would take this bet? The last time I heard about someone wagering on the weather was Enron and their weather derivatives. Apparently Enron has reconstituted itself into human form, because she’s collecting the 200 from somebody.
* I’m brazenly appropriating this cool phrase from J.R.R. Tolkein. Hopefully the LOTR movie producers won’t notice and try to make me pay a licensing fee; if they do, maybe Gandalf will come to my rescue.