It’s the New Year and yesterday it was raining! Hooray!
It wasn’t a big rain. There was a sprinkling on the windows and the roads are getting slick, but I’m not breaking out the umbrella yet. (I always keep one by my desk at work – an old habit.)
When I was a kid in Vancouver, B.C., Canada, rain was a good part of my life. I had a beautiful white slicker, red gumboots, and many different colored bandanas. Ready for anything, hoping for a squall.
One of the delights of childhood was in watching the worms in the rain puddles (cheap fun for all and of course, the boys would jump on them.) And it was so lovely and comforting at night, lying warm and cozy in bed, listening to the pounding on the windows.
No one ever said, “Help, it’s raining.” We said, “There’s a bit of a mist today. Better take an umbrella.” And we said that about seven months of the year. I remember more than one of those umbrellas being blown inside out by the wind and rain working together. Great fun!
One of my favorite movies of all times is Singing In The Rain!
Perfect casting, great plot, and dancing to die for. (I saw one interview with Debbie Reynolds, who said that they rehearsed the dancing until her feet bled.) Every once in a while, my brain starts “Moses supposes his toeses are roses” and I feel happy.
THE NEXT Day
Well, that was wishful thinking. It’s another beautiful clear day without a hint of mist! But I’m hoping.
And, of course, I can go for a walk in the sun!
Love to all,