“Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.”

“Rain, Rain, go away. Come again another day.” Today is ugly. It is windy, dark and rainy. I got wet when I went to get the paper. I wore my sandals instead of my slipper socks. It is the warmest day in a while, a wasted warm day. It is already 52° and will get a bit warmer. I will look longingly out the den window.

My mother loved April Fool’s Day. She got my sister every year even though my sister knew it was coming. She always called me and gave it a try, but I was wary because my mother was slick and believable. She was the April Fool’s Day master.

I have no lists for today, nothing on my dance card. My house is cozy against the rain. I’m wearing my flannel pants, slipper socks and my Red Sox sweatshirt, my red one.

I have stuff to iron. The wrinkled clothes have been sitting around for a while in piles both upstairs and downstairs. My iron is well over forty years old. It was a house warming present back in the day when most stuff needed ironing. I used to set up the board in my den so I could watch TV while I ironed. The original board is gone. I don’t remember where, but I do have an antique wooden board I bought to use outside on the deck as a serving board. I also a small portable board. Neither board has been used for ironing in years, maybe eons.

When I was a kid, I would have hated the rain today. Saturday was my day to roam. I rode everywhere. I remember the horses in the pasture on Green Street. I used to ride through the woods, up the hill and pass the water tower, the shortcut to get to the field. The horses always stopped by the fence so I could pat them. Once I thought to ride them bareback so I climbed the fence, but the horses wouldn’t come near me, a good thing given my penchant for falling. I used to bike to the zoo and walk my bike among the cages. I’d ride around Spot Pond toward the pool then up the hill to the square. I’d bike home in the late afternoon, plunk down in front of the TV and wait for supper, for the official, universal Saturday night supper of hot dogs, beans and brown bread from the can.

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2 Comments on ““Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    Ugly, cold, dark and rainy. We’ve had a bike rally in town today and it never stopped raining. The planned route was shortened but I was completely soaked when I got home, even my bike bag was wet inside. Fresh clothes and a hot tea helped.
    Sun tomorrow, frost on Tuesday, I hope my magnolia flowers will last a few more days.

    • katry Says:

      The late afternoon got much nicer, even the sun came out. After I got the papers and got wet, I stayed inside cozy and warm. Only the dogs braved the elements.

      For the planting season, my zone’s last day of possibly a snowstorm is May 30th. I ignore that and usually plant earlier. I doubt there will be another frost (famous last words).

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