You may have noticed that there was no blogpost yesterday. No, you didn't miss it. There simply wasn't one. Why? Well it rained. A lot. Which doesn't sound like much of a reason does it. Please allow me to explain.
I went for an early morning walk yesterday with every intention of coming back and writing the blog immediately afterwards. The walk part happened. The writing part did not. Obviously.
I did check the weather before I left. The weather guru's predicted rain in the afternoon. Which is why I walked in the morning. You see? There was an actual reasonable logic involved. But because the sky was very grey, at the last minute, I tucked a small zippy bag in my pocket, just in case. Once the rainy season begins, I try to make a habit of ALWAYS carrying a zippy bag.
Between the grey sky and the weather prediction, I assumed that at worst, I would get a little sprinkledinkle which is no big deal. And actually rather refreshing. Which is why a person should never assume.
It was a beautiful morning for a walk too. The temperature was perfectly comfortable and the humidity that did indeed suggest a future rainstorm was actually quite lovely. I set off on what was supposed to be just a a quick two mile walk to our small regional airport. (Mostly it's those little bi-wing planes that looks like they should be remote controlled. They are adorable).
I felt very accomplished as I spun on my heel and began the two mile walk back. And that's when the sprinkles began. No big deal. I wore a hat. Well I wore a baseball cap which is pretty good for keeping the sun out of my eyes but does absolutely nothing to protect me (or my hearing aides) from the rain. But it's just a sprinkle, I assured myself, and my hair ought to protect my hearing aides, right?
In another half mile, the rain was more of a drizzle than a sprinkle so I picked up my pace. In another half mile the thunder began.
At first I wasn't even certain that it was thunder. Perhaps it was the rumble of a large truck in the distance? But in short order it was very obvious that what I was hearing was most definitely thunder. The sort that makes the house feel as if it were shaking. Great. The rain came down harder. I stopped under a tree (under a tree???) to take the time to move hearing aides from my ears to the zippy bag, seal it and shove it in my pocket.
Within the next half mile the lightening began and I picked up my pace again. Not quite running but as close to running as you can get without actually calling it officially running. And still, by the time I walked in the front door, I looked as if I had been dunked in a bucket.
And here is what I have to say about that. You know all of those movies that have famous rain scenes? Dancing in the rain scenes, kissing in the rain scenes, emoting in the rain scenes? Those ones? Balderdash! Hollywood claptrap!
It's hard to see in the rain, the road is slippery, the ground is muddy, and here in Florida, there is so much sand everywhere that when the rain hits the ground with force, the lightweight teensy bits of sand bounce up and cling to your legs. Wet clothes, wet shoes, wet hat are a lot heavier than dry and therefore are awkward. And I do not even want to begin to discuss my hair. Ok I will say this: if you have a dictionary with pictures and there is an entry for drowned rat, that looks a lot like me coming in out of the rain.
Stepping into the air-conditioned house soaking wet does not feel refreshing. It feels cold and since I was all wet, the word clammy must be introduced as well. Everyone's favourite word. Clammy. I dripped my way to the utility room to leave my shoes (which I removed outside) and attempted to dry off. I was so chilly I ended up wearing a sweatshirt for awhile.
I wish I had thought to take a selfie so that you could see how truly unfortunate the soaking wet look is on me. It honestly is not good.
It obviously didn't kill me. It didn't wound me in any way. Unlike the Wicked Witch of the West, the rain will not melt me into a puddle of nothing. I was damp but undamaged. Still, addressing the rain soakedness of myself upon my return did throw off my schedule sufficiently that half way through the afternoon I realized that I had not written my blog. Dang.
That's ok. It's not as if the fate of the world hinges on whether or not I write a daily blogpost right?
So there you have it. With apologies to Gene Kelly, Spiderman and Ryan Gosling, I just do not get the romance of walking in the rain. I guess it depends on who you are walking in the rain with.
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.