The weather forecast is scattered thunderstorms for the next seven days. It’s been a rainy summer here in Vermont. We call it the new Seattle. The ferns and sumac are jungle big and almost every morning the mountain out our window disappears in mist and sheets of silver slanted rain fall on the Connecticut River. My husband sits in the gold chair and reads, and I pop in episodes of the LWord. In LA it’s sunny all the time. But of the glam lesbians, I really only like Shane and I find myself daydreaming of better times. Summers when the sun actually shined.
