Rainy days and Mondays

Listening to the sound of rain falling on the roof of a park model is wonderful. The sound is magnified in these units with little separating them from the outdoors. The streets will be like rivers with rain predicted to last through the night, all day tomorrow and into the morning of the next day.

I say bring it on. ☔️ 

I love rainy days. I love thunderstorms even more. Wind, thunder, lightening—the more dramatic, the better. This is assuming I have the luxury of staying indoors, of course. But a rainy day is like permission - to bake cookies, to read that book I started, to do a bit of organizing, maybe go through a closet or two, stitch a sampler. The possibilities are endless. A rainy day is like a gift.

But there is a limit to my enjoyment. After a couple of days, cabin fever sets in and I’m ready for the sun to shine again.

I write this from Arizona but I feel the same about a snow storm—make that a blizzard—in Minnesota. 

There’s nothing better than watching the snow cover the ground as it starts to fall, then seeing it develop into mounds of snow; getting higher and higher until all you see is white. This is also assuming you have the luxury of staying indoors with no other place you need to be. Not that you can even go anywhere because your car is now buried in the snow, you can no longer see the driveway, the snow has drifted to your front door and you can’t open it, and you don’t see the point in clearing it because it’s still snowing. And you have nowhere else you need to be. Ahhh, all making for a cozy day. 

But, here in Arizona, the rain continues to fall, a hypnotizing sound on the roof, lulling me into an afternoon nap. And I forget about all the things I had permission to do. Cookies? Cleaning a closet? Organizing? 

Not today.

Thank you, as always, for reading my random thoughts.

Rainy days and Mondays

The Carpenter's sang this song, I'm guessing around the mid-1970s:  "Rainy days and Mondays always get me down."

Well, it's raining in Mesa, Arizona, on this Monday.  Windy and cold, too, for Mesa.

But it doesn't get me down.  In fact, I am grateful.  I needed a rainy day to stay put in one place and get some work done.

So, watching last night's weather report and anticipating such a day, I made a list of things I hoped to accomplish.

Do the laundry. File our annual tax returns. Catch up with some correspondence. Schedule my dentist appointment. Call several insurance agencies to compare rates. Write my monthly column for our church newsletter.

Rainy days are good for getting caught up with such pesky chores. I can usually think of a thousand reasons to put them off on nice-weather days. My favorite reason is that "it's just too nice" outside to be indoors tackling paperwork.

I started the day late, as the sound of the rain on the roof kept lulling me back to sleep.  Then, when I finally got out of bed, my husband informed me some vacationing friends from Minnesota called and were coming for coffee. It was good to see them and we had a nice visit.

But then it was lunchtime. I started the first load of laundry and made grilled cheese sandwiches.  Then I decided to buckle down and tackle my list.

Let's see, it's now 2:30. I've talked to a friend on the phone, skimmed through a magazine, clipped a recipe that sounded good for dinner, knit several rows of a ribbon scarf for my granddaughter's birthday next week, read my e-mail messages, and ordered a book online.

My paperwork pile sits in front of me. Right next to my list. But I'm no longer in the mood for it.

I think I need another rainy day.