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LuckAugust 11, 2009 We're back to sauna weather. As long as I sit at the computer (aka "worshipping at Morgana's altar"), which is sensibly located under the ceiling fan, all is well. If I get up and walk 10 feet, I need a shower. It does cool off a little in late afternoon, though, and I thought I might get a ride in. My bedsheets and a few other things were hanging on the line, Travvy was out on the deck, and I headed out for the barn. First I had to go to SBS, on the outskirts of Vineyard Haven, to pick up some horse stuff and some dog stuff. When I came out, raindrops were starting to splatter the windshield. They splattered harder and harder, and by the time I was approaching the turnoff for Allie's barn, we were having the kind of torrential downpour you can barely see to drive through. Poor Travvy! I thought. Oh, no! My laundry! I have two sets of sheets. The winter flannels are in the cedar chest. The summer cottons were on the line. What the hell, I'll sleep in a T-shirt. The laundry would be drenched no matter what, but I had to rescue my dog -- and grab my rain slicker. I passed the turnoff and headed down Old County Road toward home. A mile or so along the rain slackened and started to taper off. That's not so bad, I figured. The laundry's lost, Travvy will be fine -- so I pulled a U-ie at the end of Skiff's Lane and headed back down-island. Within minutes I was driving through another one of those downpours you can't see through. I reversed direction again, this time at the end of Pine Lane, and went home. By the time I reached the West Tisbury School the sun was out and the road was bone dry. So was the dirt of Halcyon Way, and if my laundry wasn't exactly bone dry, it was considerably dryer than it had been coming out of the washing machine. Travvy likewise was dry but glad to see me. I studied the sky. It didn't look like a squall was incoming. I left my slicker on its hook, loaded Travvy into the truck, and once again headed down-island. The far end of Old County Road was still dark with rainwater. Droplets fell from the leaves overhead and splattered my windshield. It really had rained here and not there, or there and not here, depending on where I'm standing. Didn't get to ride, but I have dry sheets to sleep on. That's good.
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