Rain, Rain, Go Away

In the immortal words of Dr. Seuss, "It was raining outside. It was too wet to play. So we just sat inside on this cold, grey, wet day." Thunder storms have moved into the area, ruining the day. I doubt we'll be getting a visit from a large cat wearing a sweet, striped hat, so we'll have to find something to do.

"Daughter" is already whining about not being able to go outside with her friends. I guess I could let her have friends over, but that always seems like a hassle to me. Not really. "Daughter" has some nice friends. They are polite, friendly and relatively clean. That's an option.

The better option for me is to take a snooze. There is something about a rainy day that just makes you want to sleep. That may explain the meandering tone of this post. I'm not boring, I'm sleepy. That only seems to be the case for adults. Kids never want to just lay down and catch a few winks.

At least we're inside and have some options for alternative entertainment. This weather got me thinking about a canoe trip I took when I was in high school. We were up in Canada in what should have been some of the prettiest country I had ever seen. Nature has a way of exerting her will. For three days, we were treated to unyielding storms. To me, there is nothing worse than camping in the rain. I hate that everything you own gets soaked. I take no pioneer joy from walking around in squishy shoes and sitting in wet underwear. For three days, my friends and I looked and smelled like wet dogs. We hunkered down in tents or rain ponchos. The beautiful scenery was replaced by a grey, depressing landscape. Man, the rain sucks.

So I'm off to entertain "Daughter". I keep hoping Little Orphan Annie was right and the sun will come out tomorrow. Later...Brian