So imagine my pleasant surprise when I was greeted with these signs plastered in the womens' bathroom at the performance hall at Guilford (the only place, still, where I have seen such reminders all this summer):
Sorry for the crumpled up appearance, as several of these (including the one captured here by my trusty digital), had been tossed in the trash. Why? Because while these lovelies depicted Greensboro as The Grand Canyon of dryness, outside (for the first time in weeks if not in months) it was raining buckets (to the point that grown adults were playing around in it at 11pm in the parking lot, it was such a welcome sight). And who needs to be reminded to conserve water when it's raining, after all? I wonder now if any of the signs made it through the weekend's showers.
Unfortunately, our precious rain was only for about two days, and off and on at that. Now we're back to counting down the days until our various municipal water supplies are completely depleted, and whether or not we really need to go to a higher level of water restrictions. How quickly I forget...drought is temporary, but denial is forever, or so it seems.
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