Humorous as it sounds, Texan's go just a little nuttier than usual when more than 2 days of rain occur.  During class a girl turned to me, her eyes slightly glazed and tic in the corner of her eye and said, "I can't take it any more.  It's been raining for TWELVE days."  Then she took a deep breath.  I patted her shoulder and reminded her that she was in Texas.  The rain would go away very soon.  She stared at me in numb shock.  How could I handle this so well.  TWELVE days!!!  I smiled urbanely and explained to her that I come from the northwest.  She still said, "Twelve days is a lot of rain!"  I shook my head, "oh, no, dear, try 65 days."  She almost slipped and fell on the ice.  "Don't worry," I reitterated, "I'm sure that in a few days, maybe even tomorrow, we'll have some sunshine."

I felt really sorry for her.  We were at the rink and she was wearing thermal underwear underneath her longsleeved t-shirt that peeked out from her parka.  Gloves, sock-hat, scarf and of course the double layered pants completed her outfit.  I wondered how she managed to stand much less skate in all of the gear as I  felt strangely naked in a light weight jacket, t-shirt and yoga pants.  I dressed a little more warmly for the rink because ever since the rain had started to fall, the air in the rink had become increasingly damp.  I always stripped the jacket off when leaving and when we climbed into the car we would turn the air conditioner on full blast.  Even though it was raining, it was still pretty warm, usually in the mid 70's.  I suddenly realized that this wasn't normal.  I glanced around at the other native Texan's and I could see a similar pattern in all of them: numb stares.  I wondered if we needed to start a support group for the "rain" afflicted.

The next day, the weather pattern broke and we had a balmy 85, light breeze, sun peeking through clouds and of course humidity because all of the water that had been falling had to go somewhere.  The girls and I stretched out on the front porch and soaked in a few rays, hoping that some vitamin D would get their immune systems into gear.

Yesterday was choir practice.  When I told Reagan that we were going to singing school, she jumped up and down and turned circles.  She could hardly contain her excitement as we went to pick up Kate from school, and then dropped them off at choir.  She gave me a quick kiss, waved goodbye and scooted into the building as fast as she could.  She didn't even look back.  I followed her all the way inside, watched her hug her teacher and signed the two of them into class.  Kate showed more appropriate signs by kissing me and hugging me goodbye.