The Old Man Is Snoring

This week is monsoon season in New York. Every day this week, it has rained. It is supposed to let up on Saturday. But until then, more rain.

The unhappy part of most apartment life in NYC is that you have no washer/dryer in your apartment. So where you might have been able to put your soggy jeans in the dryer back home, you cannot do that here.

Or what about putting your shoes in front of the fireplace? Nope. I suppose I could rest that on the heater. It’s not the same though. You know, I actually have a fireplace—-but I can’t use it. It’s mocking me.

You can just tell that when it rains really hard, that’s all that people think about. A quick Google search relates that there are over 775 songs about rain. I’m sure there’s quite a number of snow songs too. Not as many hail songs. In fact, I don’t think there’s even one. (“Hail to the Redskins” and “Hail to the Chief” do not count.)

List of Things To Do:

–Write song involving “hail”
–dry pants
–get umbrella that works