Cloudy With a Chance of Rain

That’s our forecast. That’s been our forecast for several days now. Except it’s been more than a “chance” of rain. It’s been rain. Real rain. I am grateful it’s not snow. I think. Although snow is prettier than rain.

So all this to say the forecast has been what it is for long enough that I’m catching it. Gray, rainy days have found their way into my brain. My brain then says “Hey! No reason to dress – spend the day in your sweat pants and robe. What the heck. Sit, just sit, with iPad in lap and keyboard nearby in case you decide you want to say something. Not that you have anything to say, but you never know.” That’s what my brain says. And it tells me I don’t want to go for a walk. It’s wet. The wind is cold. Yech! It tells me, no, the Christmas tree and decorations can wait. You don’t want to haul them in from the garage in the rain. You really don’t. So I don’t.

Instead, I linger in my chair(s). The morning room chair or the family room chair, it really doesn’t matter. Unless perhaps I need to nap. then the family room chair is so much better. I loll around, I plan things to be done. I don’t do them, but I plan. That’s half the battle, right? Maybe not. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll get busy. Tomorrow I’ll gather some pine cones, cut some cedar branches and some snowberry twigs and create a wintery, Christmasy bowl for the dining room table. I’ll bring in the tree and the decorations.

I’ll take the big furry girls for a walk. We all need to walk, but the rain, the wind, the cold keep me in. My girls hang with me. Most of the time. Unless they go to visit The Gracious One and her husband, who keep a ready supply of dog biscuits. Guaranteed treats at their house. When they go for that walkabout, Shasta returns first. She gets her treat, plays a bit, then when it appears there’s no more in it for her, she comes home. She doesn’t feel she should go in their house unless I’m there. Bailey? Different story. She’ll go in and visit, then she’ll linger on their garage apron. Because The Gracious One, being gracious, will keep the garage door open for her, so if it’s wet or cold, she has a dry, somewhat warmer place to lay. Some days I decide she’s been gone for long enough, and make a retrieval trip. But my girls aren’t spoiled, you understand. Not at all.

Eventually, you know, guilt will overtake me. I am an expert in the old WASP ethic guilt thing. It’s slow kicking in sometimes, and usually kicks in during the wee hours when getting up to do something about it would disturb the rest of my household. So I don’t. After awhile, however, it kicks in during daylight hours and then I find making excuses to continue being lazy intolerable, and I am forced into doing something. Disgusting, huh? Yeah – I fight it, and sometimes I win, but most often I do not.

So now – now I’ll insert the last London photos here, because they are gray and rainy, and then the trip to Poland will be complete. Then I’ll go clean the body and put some real clothes on it. Then – then I’ll do something constructive. Or sit in my chair and read. I see a spot of blue in the sky. Maybe we’ll go for a walk.

Maybe.

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About Carol

I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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9 Responses to Cloudy With a Chance of Rain

  1. Colleen says:

    We’re having the same weather here, most likely part of the same storm system. Hopefully that spot of blue is getting larger. Your furry girls are most surely blessed, living in your house πŸ™‚

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  2. Heather says:

    I’m glad that you’ve blogged all of this; now I don’t have to πŸ˜‰
    Going to go dress this body, too, and go do some shopping. It might require a bit of movement, but at least it will be in cozy stores. Enjoy your spot of blue!

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  3. “But my girls aren’t spoiled, you understand. Not at all.”

    Au contraire πŸ™‚

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  4. Cee Neuner says:

    I know I never can figure out what to do in the winters either. It’s tough for photographers like us. Snow is prettier to photograph, rain is just blecky!! But I love the fresh air that rain gives us and that it falls as water from the sky and not snow or ice. I’ll take Oregon’s rain any day of the winter.

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  5. You’re spending a gray dreary December day just as I would if I were in Virginia. Sounds perfect. Also, isn’t it great to have a day to relax before all the demands of Christmas kick in? Happy holidays, Carol. πŸ™‚

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  6. Lisa says:

    We’re being threatened with cold fronts, rain and the S-word by Monday. Remote chance, but a chance. The 50s and 60s have been great. Guess it’s time for it to be December now. Love the London pics, gray days and all.

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  7. Kathy says:

    Too much gray is hard to handle. It’s gray here today again, too. Hoping that you get some peeks of sunshine this weekend, Carol.

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  8. Judy Staines says:

    Aaah, you’ve captured my mood exactly! And the photos of London are indeed typical for this time of the year .. or indeed most times of the year!

    I’m very lucky I have the dogs. In particular, I’m luck to have greyhounds. They are so lazy, they don’t wake me up early, and they don’t demand to go out, but just the fact that they are there and would so enjoy a walk makes me get out there and take them – usually twice a day, but if I’m honest, when the weather is like this, sometimes only once (though if that’s the case, we do try to make it an occasion and get in the car to make it a nice long trip somewhere different).

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  9. Lynne Ayers says:

    I was so grateful our November was so sunny – so ununusal – it can normally be counted on to be the bleakest, greyest, most miserable, dark and gloomy month of the year. But not this year and consquently my mood was not so bleak, grey, miserable, dark and gloomy either. I actually enjoyed November this year. Now December – it’s getting some of November’s cast off days, but today is bright and sunny with a dusting of fresh snow, but just a dusting, the grass is still peaking through. The weather is such a mood maker.

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