The weekend is here at last and what’s even better is that a whole week of holiday stretches ahead.With that prospect in sight how can one be anything but cheerful? It can happen, believe me. The weather can do that to you. More and more I feel like there’s someone with a huge remote control somewhere (pointing skywards) saying, oh can I push the button, can I do it now? And somebody else says, not yet, it’s still Friday, you idiot, wait until the weekend is well under way, then you do it. An exasperated sigh follows and then Sunday is here with the same question and the answer this time is yes, fine, you can do it now. Click, and the rain just pours down, the thunderous booming a certainty, the sky a blurry white, and raindrops cascading down from the awnings in almost straight lines.
Holiday=rain. Elementary, my dear Watson.
The weather can be a key to the way one feels. Yesterday I brought our cheapy plastic patio chairs up from the basement, and with a keen sense of joy and anticipation, placed them on the backyard deck. After five months when it seemed like winter would never end, it was wonderful to just sit in the warm sunlight, and listen to birdsong.
I feel your frustration, but something is said here. ” At least you don’t have to shovel rain.” 🙂
That must have been quite nice. Winter is one season I never really liked. It’s fun for about a week or two for the holidays, but the constant cold is not for me. I can imagine you’re anxious for the spring to start and I don’t blame you. 😀