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Last night it rained. Really hard. Some parts of the city were flooded, it rained so hard.

We needed it. Our parched desert, while in shock at the time of receiving the water gift, is already lusher and greener looking. Yes, that's a relative term, but the desert has a way of becoming incredibly, richly, lush when moisture comes. There's a blue green fuzz that appears, and little wildflowers pop out that have been just too dry to bloom before. There's a heavenly scent that wafts across the area that soothes, brings a smile to a desert dweller's face, and cools.

As it was a Monday, and it had been a long, intense day, we opted for a funny movie with our dinner. Dinner was marinated, grilled chicken thighs, grilled potatoes w/sourcream and chives and sauteed garlic green beans accompanied by a Hogue Riesling. It was good, it was light, it was delicious.

And we opted for funny. The InLaws, original version, with Peter Falk and Alan Arkin.

I've seen it a few times, but for some reason last night I absorbed more of the subtle physical comedy, the ridiculous, softly spoken lines, and the overall brilliance of the movie.

One of my favorite lines from the movie:
 
[On working for the CIA]
Vince Ricardo: Are you interested in joining? The benefits are terrific. The trick is not to get killed. That's really the key to the benefit program.

I personally can't think of a better way to end a Monday than like that, except to add opening all the windows and sliding doors so that the fresh, moist air and cool breeze could flow through the house all night long.

That works too.

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