Almost
every day at this time I am wandering around the neighborhood getting my
breathing adjusted and some wind in my face. The heart pumps faster and the
legs stretch from the nightly turns. The eyes get focused from the nightly blur
of reading silliness of the screen to put my mind to rest.
But not
today, I’ve been reigned in.
I did
get semi-dressed and put out what remained of yesterday’s seed during a break
in the rain. All the branches are sagging under the power and weight of the
water falling from the sky. A brief spot of sunlight has gone back behind the
clouds. A few of the crewe came out to shake off the night and get ready for
the next round while others stayed home. I hear myself openly apologize to the
yard that there is such a small buffet.
I
stayed home.
On a
damp dark day one must appreciate the sunlight and what that brings to our
lives. Even the classical music seemed like a soundtrack to the heavy rain. No
wakeup call from the yard from all those who had hunkered down knowing a storm
was coming.
Past
weeks have been concerned about all my friends. They all seem to be having
medical or family problems. All these events are just part of life and will
work out to memories as they always do. One person put stories of his late brother
on social media and I thought that is an interesting way to pass on history.
And it
is five o’clock somewhere. To entertain my eyes the French Open is presented. I
missed the first four sets but the fifth set was worth it. I personally have
not played tennis in years but two rackets hang on the wall. When I learned
tennis I used wooden rackets that my parents had used in the 20’s. They were
heavy and had a head about the size of a badminton racket. A decade ago when my
family was on a exercise equipment buying binge, I noticed the current rackets.
They were super light and had a head so large I wondered how you could ever
miss a ball. So I put them in the cart with the jump rope and the yoga pad and
the inflatable ball and all the other stuff. The hang on the wall waiting to be
used, but I gave always all the other equipment. Today would be a bad day to
play tennis, like playing golf in a lightning storm.
Maybe
when the sports or beer runs out, I’ll go inside and pull the clothes out of
the drier? Maybe I’ll put away the winter clothes? Maybe I’ll scrape the walls?
Maybe I’ll dust off a guitar? Maybe I’ll paint? Maybe I’ll draw? Maybe I’ll
order a cymbal online? Maybe I won’t? Maybe I’ll take a nap and listen to the
rain? Maybe I’ll make a plate of lasagna?
It is
just a rainy day in just another life but I’m a prisoner to the weather. Unable
to ride my pony in the sunshine I, like my crewe, will hunker down and obey
nature until it passes. The weather reports keeps scrolling that we will get up
to 4” of rain today. I guess I don’t have to put the sprinkler out.
1 comment:
Lasagna sounds good!
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