The Sky Is Falling

As usual, sorry about the delays in blogging. I never have enough hours in a day. These last few days the sky has essentially been falling around here. (Well, it's been happening for the last few months but every so often we'd get a day or two of hope in the form of a beautiful day and then BAAM, I'm all of a sudden in a torrential downpour wondering if I should be gathering two of every animal in an ark).

Yesterday was probably one of the windiest, nastiest weather days that I've seen here so far. As I left work to embark on my journey home, I pulled out my umbrella and remarked to myself that it has been a miracle since I got here that I bought three umbrellas and I am still in possession of all three. I prematurely patted myself on the back for a job well done. I started across the footbridge over Darling Harbor as the rain and wind was steadily growing stronger. 'Thank God I still have this umbrella' I thought to myself. All of a sudden a huge gust of wind came and...



It literally decapitated my umbrella.

I watched in shock as the top half of my umbrella was lifted hundreds of feet in the air by the massive gale that had just struck me before settling into Darling Harbor for its death at sea. I probably stood there for a good thirty seconds, holding what was left of the corpse of my umbrella, in the rain, before I fully processed what had just happened.

I have had many umbrella debacles in my day. More often than not, it is either that they are always inside out or just the sheer lack of them that causes my consternation. Never before have I actually seen the wind split an umbrella in two clean pieces, and I lived in Boston, which is the windiest city in the U.S. (Fun Fact! Chicago is known as the windy city because of all of the politicians they had there, presumably 'blowing a lot of hot air' - Boston actually has the strongest wind gusts in the U.S. making it the windiest).

I am counting the minutes until summer.