January, there are three hours left of you. Don't let the door hit you on the backside on the way out.
Yeah, the news at every level has been a non-stop nightmare, thanks for that, but right now I'm talking about the weather. The rain, relentless and glum. This has been the rainiest January in 90 years. Congratulations.
We had a respectable two-punch snow storm in the middle of you, but the prettiness lasted barely long enough for a photo. Then back to rain. I shoveled the sidewalk, knowing there was no point. I so desperately wanted there to be a point. A winter!
Remember the Salt Frenzy of 2017? That was a winter. When January played by the rules, froze everything up real good for a fortnight. Blue skies, mittens, toques.
But this year, your last day, I wake up to this:
For those who can't read spilled paint, this is a radar image of here. Red is rain, and lots of it. It was pouring at 6 AM, and 10:28 AM, and is raining now, and will continue on into the overnight.
I found our least-damaged umbrella and ventured to the grocery store. The front yard of one house along the way was flooded. I paused to look. The water was coming from the ground, bubbling up to create a lake. There has been so much rain that the ground can hold no more, is oozing like a pinched sponge.
Later, there was a sucker-hole in the sky that lured me out further. I rode my bike to the trail the runs alongside the blueberry fields. The ditches were overflowing, the fields flooded. I was chased back home when the sucker hole closed.
The radar says there's more to come, a stronger wave than went through already.
Yeah, I know. Given what's going on in the rest of the world, this isn't a big deal at all. It's just wet, and grey, and depressing....
and then comes February.