I thought I was going to cry about the situation of the jerk who made a lewd proposal to me as I was walking on Monday. (See my “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” post) I haven’t cried as yet. I’m not saying I won’t, I’m just saying the strong feeling has not taken over me right now. Instead, the skies opened up and poured down much needed rain on us here in sun-parched Las Cruces. I guess nature decided to cry for me while I build up to the emotional release I need. Nature got quite emotional and handed us large quarter-sized rain plops that dropped on us for about twenty minutes. This is monsoon season here in Southwest New Mexico. The result of a monsoon is large rain plops the size of nickles that rapidly grow to the size of quarters drenching everything in site for a torrential 15 to 20 minutes. The torrent is so raging that the plops hit the parched ground and have no where to go but run off in rivers of rushing water. For some reason the plops do not soak into the ground they just hit it viciously and collect into a rushing mound of H2O that is pushed and shoved by supremely heavy gusts of wind. Yep, that is our monsoon. Try walking in it and carrying an umbrella over your head to keep you dry. It doesn’t work. You have an umbrella that turns inside out and you get drenched, soaked and dripping wet. At least the temperature is hot, like about 98 degrees, and as soon as the monsoon plops stop you start drying out. My dripping clothes dry within 20 minutes as I continue walking. The one thing I have come to realize I have to look out for is the lightning and of course it is important to watch out for the flash flooding. (I have only lived here in Las Cruces for about two years and I am still getting used to our weather tantrums) Such is the daily experience of our rainy season. I guess with all this water pouring out of the sky, the heavy gusts of wind, the fingers of lightning looking like they are ready to strike the earth in a firey blast, it is no wonder I won’t be crying for a day or two. Nature seems to have shown all the emotions I was feeling.
Back to the jerk who propositioned me from his car as he drove past me on Monday while I was walking to the store. I did not go to the police station today to file a report about the incident. I had intended to go there this afternoon but instead I walked to the Pic Quik to cash in the winning scratch off ticket my roommate gave me. Guess What? The scratch off ticket was not a winner. While I was there I decided to buy my on $1 scratch off ticket. I felt I needed to buy the Lucky 7’s ticket and when I asked the clerk who I have come to know what ticket he thought I should buy he also said the Lucky 7’s. That was it. My intuition and his intuition combined gave me a winning ticket. I won $7 by scratching off 3 7’s in a row. I then decided to buy a Power Ball ticket even though I did not win last week. Don’t get me wrong I don’t go crazy over the Lottery. It’s just that years ago I decided to use my own #’s and buy Power Ball and Mega Millions tickets once or twice a week. I buy the tickets weekly for about a year or two and then I stop for a month or two before I buy again. Is this a winning strategy? I don’t know, but, it works for me. I get to rest my frustration at not winning and then I start up again fresh and ready to go. Besides you can’t win if you don’t play. Come to think about it that is a great metaphor for life.