The Red Umbrella

The papers are having a field day: “Storm’s a-coming!  storm’s a-coming!!” Nice to know, but I start acting as if I’d never been rained on before. We’ve put firewood up on the porch, covered what’s left of the wood pile, moved some of the garden furniture inside, closed the windows, worried about the drive to the appointment we have to keep later in the week… I need something else to think about.