I got up this morning with little anxiety-producing TO
Dos… Nowhere I had to be, nothing
pressing—you know what I mean—or maybe you don’t.
You see, I’m retired. (The
previous statement is admittedly one of braggard-ly-ness because I just love
this station in life!)
Back to this morning…
I got up, showered, made my bed and did a few routine tasks so I didn’t
feel like a complete slouch.
And then it began to rain.
A thin drizzle—tiny, widely-spaced drops that barely left a mark on the
patio. Mild humidity brought
a not unpleasant chill to the air. Now,
at nearly 4 p.m., the drizzle has increased to full-blown rain and the sky is almost covered in
gray-white. And I’m loving every moment.
It’s a relax-with-a-good-book kind of weather—a climate that
southern Oregon
doesn’t often experience after June 21.
But it’s here, and it’s glorious.
My good book today
came in a variety of medium: movies such
as—Austenland, a rom-com about living life in the Jane Austen era; Bride and
Prejudice, a Bollywood version of Pride and Prejudice; and the actual novel
itself. You will at once, no doubt, see that
I am a Jane Austen fan. You couldn’t be
closer to the truth!
It’s rather ridiculous, I admit, at my age to fantasize a
Darcy—everyone who reads P & P does that…RIGHT?? But I figure he'd be over 200 years old now,
so I’d be just a mere teen who might catch his eye…
Yes, yes, all of this is silly, I know. But I do love a rainy afternoon, and all that
comes with it. I love the coolness; I love
hearing the drizzle fall on plants and rooftops; I love the greenness in the variety of
textures in my trees; and I love the
relax-edness of the sight and sound it brings.
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