Yesterday was a total surprise. The “men” of weather had been proselytizing a rainy, downpour ridden, stormy day. And, I was looking forward to it. In anticipation. I awakened early with a hungry, nay, lustful feeling about the impending first day of the weekend.
It was one of those mornings I’d had at least 3 or 4 posts half written in my head. Perfectly written I might unashamedly add. At least in my mind’s eye :) It was a day I more or less planned to “hide out”. Rainy days are perfect excuses for that, are they not? That was the “option” (don’t believe in “plan” for the obvious – do they ever work out? does anyone ever really have the “plan b”? no. no they don’t).
Without getting into it, because it would take a gazillion words to even try to explain/express it, I’ll simply say the weather was reflective of how I was feeling. However! I wasn’t without galoshes. (no, I don’t really call them that and never have in irl…but I like the sound of it lol)
Friday night was my first night back in the room of re-direction. I’d been house sitting for my niece and her family since the previous Sunday. The after effects of my little “vacation” can be found in those gazillion words I referenced above. In spite of swirling, billowing, spirals of retrospection threatening to turn into a funnel cloud (would have preferred a funnel cake) I slept pretty well.
Damn! if you’re not right! This is rather boring. OK. Go ahead. You can tell me. I can take it man. I can take it! So what the hell am I trying to spit out here? (See?! See?! This is what happens when you stop writing. You lose any modicum of ability you thought you may have had and then struggle with a case of the stupids.) What I’m trying to say is that yesterday I anticipated the day going one way and the day had other ideas. Well, there was one pre-planned event. The First Ever Live TToT Video Bloghop at 10:30 am EST. And that, my friends takes FRIST on this my list of 10.
TWO – Already stoked by my alter-ego (name kept secret to protect her identity) I was happy to join in with Zoe, Val, Michelle, Kristi and Clark. Later joined by Lisa and then Joy. It was great to see some of the old crowd from Friday vid chats of old and absolutely fantastic meeting Kristi and Val.
I left the chat a little before the 1 hour mark. Had some errands to run and figured I could beat the expected torrential downpours, get out early and back in plenty of time to “hide out”, ie read. Write. Read. Write….
THREE – that I didn’t pan-z out and not go because of the threat of severe weather. Hell, I’m alive aren’t I? Isn’t that the point? Go out… feel and experience weather and outdoors and….life?
FOUR – switching it up a little. Sure, errands are errands but I actually had thoughts of doing other things like visiting a Rare/Used Book Shop I spotted not far from where I now live. Or stopping into a consignment shop I discovered by accident a couple of weeks ago (except on the opposite side of “town”). Even though I didn’t do either of those two things (I was practical instead, dammit) I’m thankful to have had those thoughts almost commondeer my day. Had the weather been different? So too the day.
FIVE – feeling happy, in spite of driving in torrents of rain (my timing was bad. or maybe it was the rain’s timing), that I was getting the nagging, Saturday errands out of the way…because……I could get back early enough to laze out on this dark and stormy gift of a day to write and read or! maybe *gasp* watch television.
SIX – I may not have been commondeered by spontaeous thought but I was by my new landlady and her 8 year old daughter. Due to our different schedules we don’t see each other during the week. After I put some of my “errands” in the fridge, I eagerly made my way towards the stairs. It was time to get into “hide out” mode. I walked through the living room where mother and daughter were comfortably hanging on the couch in perfect rainy, Saturday form. We started to chat. To my complete surprise her daughter asked me if I’d like to watch a movie. Hm…rainy day… movie. But what about the “hiding out?”. I didn’t give it a second thought! Suddenly, my rogerian self, all chatty kathyized, said sure! We settled on an ancient movie, Hook. We ate popcorn, the kid fell asleep and I had a very enjoyable afternoon.
SEVEN SEAS – eventually, I found myself in the r-o-r. You know what? I found that the feelings from the morning – the ones of loss, escape and imagination had been magically supplanted by rain and unexpected invitations. My desire to indulge in reservoirs of creative despair no longer had a place in the day.
EIGHT IS ENOUGH – had to write that. I don’t remember who mentioned the now late, 8 is Enough Dad in their TTOT post last weekend but how eery that Dick Van Patton died this past week. OK. Don’t know what the h dbl l is going on but I think I’m still feeling like, like, I think I’m feeling…like being social *surprise gasp*. But I’m a clark!
NINE – weight. As in I believe I have a new weight below which I won’t go. The new and improved range is 110-112. Go me!
TEN: Another sunrise, another sunset. Another opportunity.