“Rain utters poetry in drops, splats, and puddles.”

It is a damp, dark and cloudy day. Nothing is moving. The leaves just hang at the ends of the branches. It is warm at 68° which was a surprise when I went to get the paper. The dogs are mostly out though Henry does come inside to bark at the front door. I checked. Henry was barking at shadows. Henry is a great barker at shadows.

My dance card is empty until Friday when Henry has his well dog visit and gets his shots. Nala goes next week. I go on Saturday, not for shots but to the surgeon at the ungodly hour of eight. I am hoping he will take out the pins.

It was one of those mirror under the nose mornings. I was awake until close to four. The dogs were sleeping on the bed and taking most of the room though I did manage to find a spot and some covers before I turned off the light. I woke up once and pushed Nala out of the way and then fell back asleep. It was after eleven when I finally woke up to what was left of the morning. Now it is later, after two cups of coffee, two pieces of toast shared with the dogs and the paper.

I bought cans of pumpkin. I’m thinking pies or muffins for two of my neighbors. One always gives me cookies at Christmas so I thought I’d return the favor. The other was my life saver who took care of the dogs and cleaned the house after the bite when I was in the hospital. Now I just have to find the wherewithal.

When I was a kid, I loved being in my room reading on a rainy day. I’d snuggle into bed and read away the afternoon. The sound of the rain on the roof and windows was almost soothing. My room was quiet. My brother and sisters stayed downstairs to watch TV while my mother made dinner. She’d call when it was ready.

We’d watch TV after dinner. Back then westerns were all the hits. I still remember most of the theme songs. We’d sit in front of the TV until my mother announced bedtime and reminded us it was a school night, as if we’d ever forget. Once upstairs, I used to sneak and read when I was supposed to be asleep. Sometimes I got caught.

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2 Comments on ““Rain utters poetry in drops, splats, and puddles.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the sun came out after a cloudy morning. The high was 71° after the cold front came through and brought us much needed rain. The leaves have begun to turn colors and are falling into my swimming pool. It feels like autumn for the first time this year.

    When I was a kid I could stay at home and read on any day, especially on rainy days. I still love reading books. I read mostly mostly nonfiction books. Unfortunately, I’m depressed about the upcoming midterm elections. The Republicans are pulling out all the stops with horrible and vicious attack ads against their Democratic opponents. They are portraying Democrats as abetting drug and human traffickers who are illegally crossing the Rio Grande from Mexico. For the first time since 1993 a Democratic gubernatorial candidate is within four percentage points of our incumbent governor who is sending busloads of illegal immigrants to Democratically controlled northern cities. For the first time in history, the population of Texas is now not majority white. Republicans are going after every Democratic candidate blaming them for the inflation, drugs on the streets, and Mexican drug cartels in an attempt to win the Hispanic vote who now make up the majority. I hate watching TV these days. I now mostly watch YouTube videos.

    I remember all the Western shows that were on TV in the 1950s. My favorite was, “Have Gun Will Travel”. I liked the main character, Paladin. He was a loner who helped people. Like you I remember the theme songs to, “Gunsmoke, The Rifleman, and Bonanza”. They stick in my brain.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      You aren’t really so far behind us here on the Cape. It was last week when most of the leaves turned. Now, with all the rain, they litter the ground. My deck too is covered in red oak leaves. Today ended up with a high of 69°.

      I love reading mysteries more than any other books though I do venture into non-fiction. I can spend an entire day reading and am always surprised by how the time passes when I’m not paying attention.

      I too am worried about the election, not here but across the country. Inflation more than anything else could do in the democrats. What people don’t realize, though, is that it is a world wide issue, and there are countries with even worse inflation than here, many in Europe.

      I still don’t get why De Santis got the immigrants in Texas, paid for the plane and then sent them to Martha’s Vineyard. Didn’t he have enough in Florida?

      I remember Paladin in Have Gun Will Travel. He was such a dandy dresser whether in San Fransisco or wearing his black clothes. That was when I learned the meaning of Paladin.


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