Oz Syndrome

It rained here yesterday, and tonight it is 43 degrees out there, so it's been much colder than usual, apparently, according to the locals.  We walked the dogs past a group of people hanging out in front of someone's diesel-pusher this afternoon, and when they found out we were from Canada, one of them said, "We apologize for the weather!"

We have now experienced 4 out of the 5 days a year it supposedly rains here.  The park looks absolutely deserted when the skies are cloudy, and when the sun reappears it is like a scene from the Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy's house lands on the witch and the place looks deserted until Glinda comes along with her "come out, come out, wherever you are ..." song, and then the Munchkins all pop out in full force.  It's a carnival atmosphere here when the clouds dissipate, with people on bicycles, people in golf carts, people walking dogs, people walking themselves, people in groups, people with suspicious-looking cups in hand, drinking as they amble along together.  I haven't heard anyone singing anything about a dead witch yet, though, and most of them seem taller than in the movie.

Bingo Tonight!  Oh, yeah!