Mental illness is on code red. Or is it just the weather? When it starts raining we're simply not equipped here in Southern California.
The rain is torrential and the outside drains around the house are refusing to cope. I have to be out ever fifteen minutes wearing a floor length industrial grade raincoat and boots and I have to plunge my hands into icy yuckky water to remove the leaves that keep clogging the system.
Also: The shadow of a stain keeps growing on a portion of the ceiling, clear indication that the roof is leaking in a bad way.
And: The pool is close to overflowing and so is the fish pond. What's happens next I don't know. Is the water going to drain toward the house? It looks like it might.
Not to mention that: The dog is terrified of the rain and is refusing to go outside. I have to follow her everywhere to make sure she doesn't go the bathroom inside the house on the carpet, which is really her preferred way to relieve herself when under stress. (I think I might have to try it myself, maybe she's on to something.)
Wait, that's not all: the kids are off school and for some reason our cable box is toast.
I'd rather be in Paris right now. If i must be under the rain, then I'd do it in style in the city of light. I'd wear fascionable boots I don't own and a lovely coat that will not be made out of yellow plastic. I'd start the day with a stop at Fauchon and have a Joconde éclair, and stay away from the special Valentine's day éclair that is Foie gras and strawberry. Ghaag.
Then, Robert Down Jr and and I ( well, it is my fantasy is it not?) would try the new Ladurée bar? Look it:
Then we would go see David Lachapelle's exhibition entitled 'Delirium of Reason', which I think is particularly appropriate.
Mmmm. Yes, that would be better. Okay, off to scoop off leaves from clogged drain now.
I found these images and links via the Materialiste website.