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It’s been one of those days where I’m not sure if it actually rained or if there was a localized suspension of natural laws causing large droplets of water to just kind of…hover mid-air. You’d look at the ground and realized that it had rained earlier. You’d look at the sky and think, “By golly, it’s going to rain any minute now”. You’d feel water on your skin and think that it might just be raining now. But there was no rain to see. Nothing fell. Nothing moved.
Including my pellets. 8600 pounds of pellets are taunting me from my garage. None of bags joined their compatriots in my basement.
You might be wondering what that is. If there’s one thing that Midwesterners seem to be quite stoic about, it’s the weather. We talk about it all the time, but you’re as likely to find a Midwesterner strolling through the neighborhood on a rainy day as a sunny one. (Snow seems to be the only change up that bothers the natives out here, but that only because they need to remember to use the emergency exits on the second floor of the houses.) And I live here now. I should be trying to be like them. Indifferent to weather. Incredible work-ethic. Salt of the earth.
