11:45 a.m. The weather report promises showers today. I’m hoping. We need the rain and I need to stay upstairs in my sewing room and clean.
5:45 p.m. I’ve always loved rainy summer days. When I was a child I would lie in my room and read. I still do that. But today I’m in one of my organizational frenzies. This is a large room and all my fabrics and art supplies reside here. No matter how often I straighten and organize I still can’t find a thing. I’m beginning to think I need to hire a professional to come in and help me out. I have figured out that I have too much stuff and I’ve been getting rid of some of it, very slowly. The closet is fairly roomy but is not organized in a way that makes sense. So I went out and bought stacking storage bins to put in it. Of course I need more than I thought. Another trip to the store. It’s looking like a pretty good solution.
I started out writing this post in a philosophical mood. No intention of talking about cleaning and organizing. Too boring. I was actually waxing philosophical about rain. I’ve been thinking about the different effects it can have on my mood. Or does it? I started to realize today as I was moving things around that it affects my mood only if my mood is iffy to begin with. Or if it rains for days on end.
Today started with the sky looking very dark and I was wishing for one of those long, slow nourishing rains. Didn’t happen. It was very hot and sunny through the middle hours of the day. But as you can see by the photo here, a brief and fairly heavy stormy rain blew in this afternoon. I’ll take it. It wasn’t the kind of rain that encouraged me to get out and walk in it, something I love doing in the summer. I did go in the back yard after the storm and found a puddle or two for my bare feet. Didn’t find any mud to squish through my toes, though. Sweet childhood memories.
I am remembering now a few years ago when two of my granddaughters were little girls. We were living on the mountaintop then and it was raining hard but there was no lightening or thunder. (And no neighbors.) They asked if they could go outside. I told them they should take their clothes off first so we wouldn’t have to waste energy drying them. I can still remember their looks of sheer glee. It took them about two seconds to strip and hit the grass in the front yard. They are much too old and sophisticated to do that now but I hope they will always have their memories of how free they felt that summer evening at Grammy and D’s house.