Although I'm relatively busy for a retired old coot, it's not like I have to punch in for forty hours a week anymore and then take care of all the rest of the basic elements of life in this hyped-up version of human "civilization." These days I often have the time and space to wander aimlessly a bit, maybe even take a nap in the afternoon a few days a week.
Not so this week.
Time and time again, when I thought I could finally get some down time, something else came up. When it rains, it pours.
When it rains, it pours.
Not content with metaphor, Mother Nature made that old adage literal this last week of April as well. In the midst of all the unanticipated busyness, She even upped the ante to soak us with another old maxim. It showered on and off all week. She poured her heart out to insure that next week will bring abundant May flowers. As a result, the sun disappeared for days at at time -- and I often had to juggle an umbrella along with my toolbox.
There was a time that "rainy days and mondays would always get me down." If the truth be told, though, these days I actually don't mind rain. In fact, I usually love it. It is always a chance to get real.
Whether it's a soft foggy drizzle or a thunder-booming rip-snorting whizzbanger -- or anything in-between -- once I'm just present for the actual experience, there is something immensely alive and vibrant about the rain. Dancing beyond our ability to control it, Mother Nature just is. She will just do what she will do -- no matter how we think or feel about it. Why not relax and dig it!?
At this very moment
As I sit here with fingers dancing across the keyboard, I see the sun playing hide and seek with storm clouds through the skylight. Through the open window I hear the wind singing in the trees, a collection of birds twittering . I also hear the sounds of Betsy's twin grandkids chattering towards a nap downstairs.