Days like this bring to mind being windbound or going through a soaking with gear bobbing on the tent floor as a rivulet passes underneath. I've only been through a combination of high winds and rain on a couple of occasions. We didn't die but it sure crimped our style. And learned a lot. When the times call for staying put, stay put even when everything inside the brain is screaming, "Oh crap! I've been waiting a year for this?" When the world gives you lemons say, " Oh look, lemons. What the hell did life give me lemons for? And just think of the carbon footprint. Are they certified organic? Grown in the USA or halfway around the planet? Maybe next time life can just give me lemonade and cut out the middle man."
Friday, August 15, 2014
Rain on the Shoulder
Coming down in buckets outside. Not a problem since I wasn't going anywhere for a while. Could be I've been conditioned over the years to feel cooped up when it's raining. There's books and keyboard to pass the time. If I was home there'd be stuff to do around the house. Maybe even pull down the packs to see if the gear is still boonies-worthy. All kinds of activities to pass the time. Oh yeah, I could go out to the garage and work on the paddle. Then meditate, clean my soul and change the world. Skip the last one, I'd be better off making a couple of peanut butter sandwiches for lunch.