I believe my exact words were "We need a good thunderstorm. I want the sky to open up and pour down buckets. I want it to rain all the time so that she has no excuse not to let us use the fire pit."
This was yesterday.
That's right. Big ol' thunderstorm, pouring down buckets.
Ok so the story is this...
I got new neighbors recently who have been nothing but difficult since the day they move in. I rent a single bedroom apartment in a big old farm house that has 3 other single-bedroom units in it. Both of the downstairs neighbors are great. The three of us get along just fine. The new neighbor... well they don't seem to like anybody.
Jump to Friday night. I have some friends over for a bonfire, some drinks, and some fireworks. Neighbor 1 is out of town, I invite neighbor 2 to the hangout, and neighbor 3 (Mr & Ms Crankypants) aren't home, until abut the time we start to build the fire.
10:00 rolls around and I get a phone call from the landlord. I ignore her, because I had a suspicion that Crankypants complained. Not that they have any room to do that either. They play their tv at ridiculous levels at 2am, on a Tuesday. Sometimes it sounds like they have a T-Rex in their living room.
The landlord calls again the next morning to give me crap about the previous night's events.
Now you have to understand, I try to be a good tenant. I generally don't make much fuss, try to cooperate, and always pay my rent 2-5 days before the month begins. Really I'm the kind of person who just wants to be liked. My landlord is, for lack of a better word, a slack-ass, and is verging on slumlord. They don't like to spend money to fix things that need fixing, and sometimes I have to get a little pushy. You would too if you didn't have heat for 10 days in January, in New York.
So the landlord calls. The conversation is brief and prickly. In short, no more fireworks, and no more fire pit because "It's too dry." Excuse me? My friends and I spent an entire day digging out and rebuilding that fire pit, and now you want to tell me I can't use it?
Well it ain't too dry NOW is it!?
Believe me, I don't want to get all boasty about making it rain. I'm not at all saying I did. These are just the funny little things some people call coincidence. Being a person of faith (in many gods who occasionally like to insert themselves into human affairs,) I sometimes wonder if the gods listen and sometimes say "Sure... let's have some rain."
Or maybe I'm just crazy and this is a fluke storm, and the rest of the summer is going to be drought-tastic.
I guess time will tell.
I'm just a little amused right now at the serendipitous timing that Mama Nature has.