Rain, the dog, and Chinatown

It has rained so much the paint on my front porch looks like it’s washing away. The porch has that white wrinkled look that your hands get after washing too many dishes. Tonight, it’s raining some more. The little dog just went out and stood in the downpour in the back yard – not once, but three times, each time with total disregard that she was getting soaked to the bone. She was fighting the Big Guy and me too as we tried to towel her off between stints in the back yard. Obstinate creature.

Tomorrow, I’m going to go to Chinatown to look for some tea and fireworks. The tea is a sure thing. The fireworks are a crap shoot. I think every once in a while someone (as in a legal someone) runs through Chinatown and busts all the storekeepers who are selling illegal merchandise. Used to be you could buy fighting stars in some of the stores there but now if you ask for them, they look at you like you’re part of sting operation. A few months ago, I bought some spinning fire blossoms and some other low level firecaps, sparklers, etc. I hope they still have some of that. That’s the thing about Chinatown, you have to get the stuff when they have it, or forget it, unless its back scratchers or coolie hats (and I know that term is not politically correct but that is the name of the hat) or knock off sunglasses. They have those items all the time, year round, at reasonable prices. But then, who needs them?

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