Rainwater Fresh

It was still dark when I headed out for work this morning. We had a pretty bad storm last night and when I got to my truck I noticed that the roll around basketball goal had fallen over. The idea that it was laying on the ground bothered me (a startling revelation that my daughter's repeated accusations of being obsessive/compulsive might actually have some merit) so I walked over to stand it back up in the position that it was meant to be in. I leaned over, grabbed hold of the goal post and pulled up.

I was surprised at how light it was and I was thinking about that as I stood it back up. Just about the time the goal got over my head, a big pool of water that had been resting on the backboard fell right on top of me. The deluge of cold rain water that doused my head and soaked me to the skin quickly drove away any drowsiness that might have been hanging on from the previous night's sleep. Needless to say, I had to go back inside and change shirts before going to work.

The next time that happens, I think I'll just let the basketball goal stay on the ground… maybe…if I can stand to see it out of its correct position. Ok… no I won’t… I’ll have to pick it up.