So, I got caught in the rain yesterday. The rain came down in sheets and soaked the entire island. It made me wonder if Montreal wasn’t a jungle in it’s previous incarnations and what little I know of this world’s changing climate, I believe it was. I think the whole world was and then the ice age came, which I think will be back to grip me by mid November, but, I’ll worry about that when necessary.

I was caught in the rain with my new set of pots outside The Bay – La Baie – and I believe I provided some on-lookers with excellent comedy as I ran back and forth from the door to the street trying to hail a cab, which proved more difficult that I imagined despite the presence of several cabs with lights on and no passengers in the back. A nice madamme watched my pots as I ran back and forth and the 8 or 9 people waiting out the rain under the building’s shelter laughed uproariously at every failed attempt. With each mad dash to the curb my jeans hung from me full of more and more water and my shirt clung, pasted to my skin. Pouting with each failure I kept trying, the crowd continued to giggle or guffaw and the rain continued to come down. Finally, the 9th cab I hailed actually stopped. Cheers rang up from Maisonneuve entrance of La Baie. I scrambled into the waiting taxi and my hair dripped onto the seats all the way to my apartment.

I have to say, the pots were worth it. They are real nice.
- posted by Debbie @ 10:24 AM