Why it shouldn't rain in Huntington...
I sat in the driveway fruitlessly pushing my garage door opener. Repeatedly I jammed my pionter finger into the button and waited for the magic of electricity to open the door and grant me access. I was soaking wet from the monsoon I had just traversed and the puddle in front of the parking garage on Fourth Avenue which really snuck up on me outta nowhere.
Trying to deny the fact that the block was black and that all the windows in my neighbor's homes were blank and unlighted, I sat in my car, pushing the graying button in hopes that, somehow, my house was spared from the wrath of the wind and rains and that my newfound loves, the tv, the cable box, and my precioussss - my laptop were powered up and waiting for me in my a/c cooled bedroom.
Instead, I moped to the door, used my rusty key (from un-use) in the door and was greeted with hot air and the endless possibility that laid before me. My evening, in which I'd planned on using to unabashedly soak in a bubbly bath would now depend on me finding candles and, if candles could be found, then where were the f'n matches!!!
So, I returned from the land of the Amish to land in the land of the vampires.
I would've screamed in anger but that would've taken precious strength and air that I didn't have at the moment.
Two hours later I had wrangled a bag of tea-lights, enough Yankee Candles that I should've bought stock, and a migraine from all the "triple-scented" wicks that were now burning my eyes.
On that rather cheerful note I will bid you adieu and hope to write more tomorrow, pending any blackouts, cable errors, monsoons, hurricanes, fires, plagues or malfunctioning modems.