“Oh, it’s still raining”, was my remark as I looked out the window after getting up for the day.
“Is it ever going to stop?”
I was in the kitchen catching up on news and blogs when Earl came into the room. “They’re saying it’s going to rain all week. It’s been raining since Thursday night”, I sighed. I thought cabin fever was suppose to take place in January, not May. The weekend was soggy so our activities were mostly indoors. I want to run through the woods, I want to climb a mountain, I want to ride my bike, I want to swim in a lake. But no, we sit inside.
Earl tried to cheer me up but pointing out the bright side,”At least we’re not in Louisiana getting flooded out.” This is true, the constant rain just turns the yard into a swamp.
“At least they have something to do”, was the only reply I could think of.
Tonight I’m going to go get bundled up and smell the lilacs that are blossoming on the tree out front. Even if I have to do it in the middle of a monsoon.
