Declaring a (weather) emergency

Today it had finally cleared up enough for me to consider venturing outside for a quick stroll on the streets of Keene.  I was halfway through my walk when the skies opened up again, which was too bad because I'd brought neither coat nor umbrella and had no change of clothes.  On the plus side, I had not worn a white shirt to work today.

It was actually quite pleasant, walking in the warm humid rain, but not what I would normally have preferred, if we did not now live in New Seattle.  It's so bad that Project Laundry List has declared a Clothesline Emergency, apparently urging their followers not to give up hope of clean, dry clothes without resorting to the evils of electric dryers.  They even ask that before you resort to your dryer, to go to the laundromat and use their dryers instead.  Why?  Because they use gas.

Oh yeah?  Well, what if your dryer runs on wind power?  Take that on your wet laundry and stuff it, Project Laundry List!

Anyway, there's more worthy emergencies out there than clotheslines.  There's the StrawBerry Emergency, in which my strawberries are being eaten by slugs.  There's the Onion Emergency, in which our onions are drowning in water. There's the Chicken Emergency, because chickens don't like rain, and most importantly there's the Vitamin D Deficiency Emergency, which is making the likes of me very very grumpy.

Not even the rainbow I saw today could cheer me up.  It hung low and heavy just above the town, cleary weighed down by too much water and unable, even to form it's traditional half-circle. 

We could really use some sun, now.  Really really.