Caption: Heart palpitations…clammy…butterflies in stomach…dry mouth…
Credit: Roz Chast and New Yorker, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
In Los Angeles, the flowering trees start to bloom in February — and that’s as close as we get to spring in a place where the weather is pretty much the same all year long. Still, I’ll admit to bouts of spring fever — especially during our infrequent rain showers.
And that reminds me of what I consider one of the funniest things about living in Los Angeles — the rain attire worn by adults and children during our rare, rare, rare rains. Yes, these folks have special wardrobes — colorful slickers, ornate umbrellas, stylish rain boots — that they use as armor, as if they will melt from a drop of water like the witch did in the Wizard of Oz. As someone who grew up in the rain-soaked Midwest, where we had no special rain wardrobe, I find this quite, quite amusing.
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My family moved (from the Midwest) to California and were amazed to find that our elementary school would release us two hours early for ‘Rainy Day Session’. As if children whose yards all contained the obligatory swimming pool were in danger of melting if the rain got us…