Welcomed Relief!

The temps plummeted forty degrees today and the rain pounded for hours. Three inches of rain? Ten inches? I haven’t checked the rain gauge yet but it was loud on the rooftops and on the way in to work in the morning darkness, the visibility was poor enough to pull over a few times.

This has been a week I’ll be trying to erase from my memory for the next four days, referencing “the office” and my venting yesterday. The saga continued today but as of now, I feel there might be a mutually acceptable agreement in the near future. I’ll insist on it.

My four-day leave from work began early this afternoon! When I walked through my garage door into the kitchen I saw tiny ants on a trail to the dogs’ food dishes and in a few other places in the house. Argghhh! The can of Raid zapped them good but I wondered if this would be an omen?

Soon, I could feel my mind and body sort of collapse into a semi-relaxed state but I wanted more relief. I missed my walks and the birds this week. It didn’t matter if the cold, wet wind sculpted my hair style and the rain spat at me. I needed medicine for the soul.

Pleading, “Just be still. I know it’s dark, cold, and windy, but please be still.” Three white-throated sparrows in one shot! Not bad for a lousy weather day. Thank you.

“Sit pretty, please, and thrill me!” Pairs of house finches are bonded like glue most of the time. Sweet.

It’s been a long time since I surfed the TV channels and since I had a few hours to kill, I browsed daytime TV. I find it to be less interesting than watching grass grow. Soaps? No way. Jerry Springer? Definitely not. Jewelry TV? Nope. TLC? Maybe. Lifetime? Quite possibly. I found…

Jerry Lewis in “The Nutty Professor”. Just what the doctor ordered, a mindless flick, full of silliness! Chloe, Bella and I snuggled on the sofa and soon I dozed off, surely with a smile on my face. I heard a little snore emit from my throat that woke me and I was glad to see that I still had more time for snoozing.

When I was in my early twenties, many people thought I resembled Stella “Purdy” Stevens or Tuesday Weld. Big sigh… How nice. Another sigh… I was so vain. I don’t think I’ll ever let vanity be a distant memory. Now and then, however, I do need to remind myself to embrace it once again. For a nice read about vanity, look at what Donna of KGMom Mumblings wrote this week. She’s a fantastic story-teller.