Rainy Monday

It’s a sleepy, rainy Monday today. After such a busy week last week, and a weekend jam-packed with chores and social events, I decided today was a good day to play hooky with my daughter. I feel like a bad mom, keeping her out of school, but because I’ve been so busy lately, I really missed just being cozy and focusing only on her. So today we planned to paint Easter eggs and watch her favorite Harry Potter movie. Unfortunately, all this rain has kept me on edge. I can hear the water trickling into my basement at a steady pace. We also have one sick chicken that we quarantined and it looks like her new home is becoming too wet for her to be comfortable. Perhaps it’s time to call my hubby, so he can play hooky too and worry about chickens and wet basements and child rearing while we drift off to sleep watching Harry Potter.

ps: Blogger doesn't want to post my image today. Hmmm...anyone else having this problem?

Pitter Patter

It's raining. It's pouring. The nice thing about a summer rain is that it reminds me of a moment in time that I cherish. I was about eight, and I was on summer vacation with my family in Cape Cod. It was raining hard, so we were all trapped inside. I was laying on the bed in our musty cabin, watching a sunfish I had caught swim in the confinement of a tiny beach pail. Both of us were trapped. My dad came in, sat on the edge of the bed and asked what was wrong. "Bored," I told him. "Mad that it's raining." He grinned, "Instead of being mad at the rain, listen to it. Hear how it pitter patters on the roof. Just be peaceful and enjoy the sound."

The man is brilliant. To this day, I find the rain very soothing. Instead of being bummed that it may halt some outdoor activity, I look at it as a moment to rest and be soothed by the pitter patter on the roof.