e promised day after day after day of rain this week and already the promise is broken (although it might recover its will to vent any second). Right now, the sky is piercing blue, the sun shiny, shiny bright.There was no way of knowing the weather would grow tired so quickly of dumping stuff on us, not last week.
Then, we were stockpiling outdoor adventures. More than usual, we played tennis and walked and grilled and stepped out the door.
When the deluge hit yesterday, we had momentum behind us and, as if there was no way to stop, out we went, down to the water front, prowling the beaches for adventure and, failing that, at least a little excitement. Getting any kind of pictures without the wind-whipped rain getting in the camera was as exciting as it got.
Quite a few little boats were being tossed about out in Fools' Harbor, that unprotected stretch of beach front property below the pier. One had hit terra sand (I don't know Latin for sand. Okay. I looked it up. arenae. terra arenae. No wonder we never hear it. It doesn't trip easily off the mind's tongue, does it?)
Anyway. One boat. Lots of downed palm leaves. That was it. That was all.
Of course, I'm sure th
e owner of the beached boat feels differently about it. That's how it works, doesn't it? Someone, somewhere, is always suffering misfortune. Pain. Tragic events.I'm not convinced that sympathy is of much use. Maybe the best thing we can do for each other is pay attention ahead of time, before misfortune strikes, practice resourcefulness and sharing.
That's all I have to say.
8 comments:
Even though I've never met you, I LIKE these photos of you, Booda Baby. Loaded with character.
Weather promises are like closing time promises-don't trust'em no way no how. But be happily prepared for life's weather.
I should have kept with the first line and gone home. Good hair.
being kind to each other all of the time makes life bearable when misfortune strikes. i love stormy weather, but not too big on misfortune.
Linda: Well, THAT's about the nicest way to not just howl at my verrrrry attractive big storm look. It was a pretty good way to spend a morning, just being a wreck.
Anonymoose: Yah, well, you have to give everything a shot, don't you? A's possibly the wittiest guy I know, but it takes a lot of painful ones to get there. And, yes, I agree: the hair's nothing less than FABulous.
Mom: All of the time, that's what's key.(Although, I don't think of it as kindness, just to split hairs, but that's only because the word's been a little bit ruined for me.) Stormy weather is beautiful, isn't it?
It's hard to plan for all bad weather, but we can plan for some. Sympathy doesn't do a whole lot, but after the tornado, I did appreciate the people who came and helped clean up instead of just driving by and gawking and taking pictures.
Churlita: People who step up and pitch in and do other stuff that involves prepositions are automatically moved out of the sympathizer category. Who's got time to whimper and talk about it when they're doing ...
And of COURSE, we appreciate those people so much. But those are the people who understand reciprocity. Who kind of of live it. You step up and help everyone, don't you? Yah. See. It's a simple equation, according to my text book right here in front of me. :)
Y'all gettin' any of that radioactive iodine and thyroid busting cesium in your rain drops? The hands of fate seem to be pushing me towards the west coast in some ill defined future. I suppose rainy seasons will be much appreciated after existing in the desert. Wet suits you.
Mimi'sDad: Yes, we are. Just an eeeetsy beeetsy bit of it, though. Eeetsier and beeetsier than is worth getting any kind of riled up about.
Westward? I'm glad. Very glad. Of course, if you take the whole planet into account, just about everything's westward. And eastward, for that matter. So. I'll wait to hear more. I'm sure if you land here, you'll feel like you're in a rain forest. Fortunately for you, you can dip back into the desert for revivals. :)
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