“In actual life I am a grumpy old bag.”
The wind is blowing, and it’s pouring rain. My computer decided it wanted to ignore me so it froze several times. I cursed each time and screamed in frustration once. I must scream a lot as Gracie never stirred from her nap. She just kept on snoring. Today I am grouchy and tired. My guess is the lack of sun is finally taking its toll. It’s warm at 52Ā° but what good is warm when it’s so wet? I do love the rain, but I’ve had enough of it the last week. It rains the whole night or the whole day or both.
I have no ambition today. Looking at the world through my window makes me want to stay right here. I will not get dressed and I will not make my bed. I might even watch television, something I never do during the day.
Walking home from school on a rainy day meant getting soaked. We didn’t have rain coats or rain boots or even an umbrella. They would have been extravagances. We had snow gear and warm winter boots but nothing for rain. I remember my hair was plastered to my head and bubbles rose from my shoes by the time I walked home. Once we were inside the door, my mother would quickly hustle us down to the cellar to hang up our coats and leave our wet shoes. I remember walking upstairs to my room to change and seeing footprints on the wood floor from my wet socks. I thought it was kind of cool. My mother was less appreciative. She’d follow us upstairs and grab our uniforms to put them on hangers to dry over the radiators as we’d have to wear them the next day. While we were sleeping, my mother would iron them so they’d look fresh for the morning.
I loved the feeling of being warm and dry in my pajamas and slippers. It seemed strange to be wearing them in the afternoon, but play clothes made no sense on a rainy day. Sometimes I’d fall asleep snuggled under the covers. Other times I’d read my book the whole of the afternoon, my favorite way to spend time.
Today I will stay in my pajamas and feel cozy and warm. I might also take a nap and probably read. Maybe my grumpiness will disappear.
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January 27, 2012 at 12:57 pm
The wind blows over here too but it just gets bitterly cold everywhere. This has been one of those days that I just wanted to end quickly. I’m tired and I just couldn’t say a thing when I woke up because I was so hoarse.
We always had rain coats made of galloon, usually yellow or orange (after all this was the seventies š š š ). We also always had our rubber boots, It rains a lot in Gothenburg in autumn but those clothes worked fine in snow as well.
I usually read all day if it rained but every now and again I played with my model railroad.I remembered how much fun I thought that was sometime last summer and since I never seem to get one of those age related crises (wich is good since I can’t afford a sports car and I doubt I’ll ever make it out of one if I ever sat down in one š š š ) so I bought myself a model railroad again š
It is the smallest kind and easy to loose because if i drop it I doubt I’ll ever find it again š So now I’ll star building a little world to it when ever we get bad weather š
Have a great day!
Christer.
January 27, 2012 at 9:00 pm
Christer,
The day never got any better. It stayed rainy most of the day, stopped for a bit then started again.
I hope you felt better as the day went on, but at least you have the weekend to get some rest.
I love model trains. They are so much fun to watch and age doesn’t matter!
Have fun with your world!!
January 27, 2012 at 7:53 pm
Why yes, we understand that. And we expect more of the same, especially the grumpy; and the old.
Cheers
January 27, 2012 at 9:02 pm
Minicapt,
Let me frame an alternate comment.
Of course you might feel a bit grumpy but it is a passing grumpiness and you’ll be back to your lovely, sweet self before you knpw it!
January 27, 2012 at 9:02 pm
That would be know!!
January 27, 2012 at 10:58 pm
Ummm ā¦. nope ā¦
Cheers
January 27, 2012 at 9:09 pm
The “Winter Song” by Loudon Wainwright came to my mind:
“One day this weary winter will be gone [….]
Right now, we all look forward to the spring…”
January 27, 2012 at 10:26 pm
Birgit,
That’s exactly what has been running through my head on these grey winter days. I’ll keep spring in my head!
January 27, 2012 at 10:23 pm
I think you are feeling the brunt of the storm that dropped around five inches of rain on North Texas on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week. The meteorologists have been watching this large upper level low pressure system work its way across the Pacific Ocean from Hong Kong since early last week. I am amazed at how good the weather men and woman are getting at predicting these kinds of major weather events. The TV weatherman when I was a kid used paper charts on the wall to describe the high and low pressure areas. They might have been 50% correct. Today with satellite photos and sophisticated computer models they are getting close to 90% accuracy.
When I was a kid we would also get soaked walking home from school in a downpour. We didn’t take umbrellas to school because we would lose them and the weather prognostications were not very accurate. My mother was not as fastidious as your mother and she would not iron our cloths for the following day. In Elementary School in Texas the uniform was blue jeans, Ked’s tennis shoes and tea shirts. We always had a supply of the jeans and tea shirts. The tennis shoes would dry out in the garage.
January 27, 2012 at 10:30 pm
Bob,
You’re probably right as it has really rained the last two days. You got me to remember the old days of weather. I too remember those paper charts and the wooden pointers. It was really hit or miss with the weathe which really gave weathermen bad names.
We had a real uniform, and each of us had only one. We had a couple of blouses to wear with the rest of the uniform but only one skirt and blazer so my mother was stuck ironing. It was far easier and cheaper not to have to buy school clothes for four kids, but it was boring for us to wear the same outfit every day.
January 28, 2012 at 9:16 am
Send me some of your rain Kat.
Dry as a dead dingo’s donger down here whilst there are floods up north.
It’s the world gone crazy cotillion.
January 28, 2012 at 10:47 am
Pete,
I’d be more than happy to share. The rain was so heavy that Miss Gracie did not go outside in the morning and waited for about 5 more hours until it was just rain, not a torrent.
We are having the warmest winter. The snow lasted one day before the rain washed most of it away.
January 28, 2012 at 3:57 pm
I would love to meet you and enjoy a rainy day. Maybe inviting a friend over for some vittles and conversation would take away that grumpy feeling as you would have other things to concentrate on. There is nothing wrog either with giving yourself permission to read a good book or just takr that nap. Go for it girl…..
January 28, 2012 at 4:23 pm
John,
I’m betting you’re right: a few friends, a lot of conversation and some laughs always get me from the grumps. Usually I love a rainy day but a string of them are bit much. I need some sun but I did take that nap you mentioned and also watched a really bad science fiction movie. I felt so much better for both!