The So. Cal. Rain

On days like this one, when the clouds flatten out so much so they become droplets I crave all things fatty. Alfredo sauce, corn bread, fresh mozzarella, not together of course. I purposefully resist the temptation to bake something anything really. All day long I want tea or coffee and there is never enough caffeine to jump start my engine. My son insists on 'home made chicken noodle soup and hot chocolate' and my daughter trolls in the kitchen for anything that's not moving, but it must be warmed up. They both beg for a fire in the fireplace. I find myself so disoriented to the time and all my "Let's get going" has gone without me.

The kids celebrate the rain. Fiona goes insane when it down pours and is prone to frenzy running out in the yard screaming the obvious her arms outreached as if God itself is inviting her home, "It's raining, it's raining!". Ian loves it so much he insists on "Going for a walk" in the rain, which means he puts on his hoody and walks down the street to the dead end and then comes back drenched and contented that he is a man of the wet-calm.

Quite a contrast to the endless days of rain when I was a child and not enough sunny days filled with exhilaration and anticipation. The So. Cal. sunny days of post cards and tanning lotion are our every day and yes that was done on purpose. Rain and sunshine. Productivity and sluggishness. Football and Soccer games in extreme heat and coldness and lightning. Such is the passing of time well balanced, whether I want it or not. For it all with my breath I am grateful.