Because Phoebe faithfully drove Liam everywhere he needed to go ever since she got her license, her leaving is going to be an adjustment for me. Already is. She's busy with work and friends as she prepares to leave for college, and I'm Liam's taxi. His school is 40 minutes away. He has cross country practice every weekday afternoon. It lasts for two or three hours. If I take him there, I am marooned for the duration, and have to wait until it's over so I can drive him home. I'm deeply thankful that he's been able to catch a ride with three teammates who live only 15 minutes away. Still, that's 15 minutes in the car to drop him off at 6:30, 15 min. to drive home, 15 min. go back to pick him up at 9 pm and 15 min. to drive home again every night. It's expensive, in both time and gas, to live this far out in the country.
Sometimes I run while he's training. Even if it's threatening rain. I take my iPhone and my raincoat. My raincoat consists of a small Ziploc bag into which I seal my phone. The rest of me gets wet and then dries.
So I started off full of hope that the threatening clouds would not dump their load on me as I trotted along this new route that has become a favorite.
About five minutes into the run, the skies opened. I started laughing at the absurdity of it all, of embarking on a five-mile run with weather like this.
Sunflower becomes rainflower.
Such a neat head he has, almost Roman-nosed.
I was taken by the beauty of wet Palominos.