Have you ever seen the rain?
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It’s been an odd couple of weeks. Actually that may be an understatement. I’d ‘blame it on the rain,’ but earlier this week, when I sang a few bars of the same, lip syncing À la Milli Vanilli, I got asked, “leave the ‘80s much?” No, no I don’t. Nonetheless, whether it is the weather, high tides, full moons or a month full of Fridays the 13th ... it’s just been a little off lately.
Prime example. We have a dog, a sweet, mischievous dog, who is rather infamous for escaping his yard when no one is looking. Said dog is prone to wander across the street to visit with the neighbors and their dogs or over the back fields to explore. It’s kind of his thing. However, a new fence went up to try to contain our wanderer a little better, not as much fun for him, but safer and less worry for us. Here I come traveling home from work early one evening and who do I spot traveling a mile or two from home? Why, it’s the wandering dog! Already disgruntled that he’s escaped the new system and tired of trudging in and out of rain, and ready to get home and relax, I pulled to the shoulder of the road and called him over to the car. Here goes the wet dog, looking sheepish I might add, onto the backseat of the car. As I pulled back onto the road, I glanced up in the rear view mirror and began admonishing the dog for his antics. Still, something didn’t seem quite right. I pull over again. Not my dog. Not. My. Dog. What had I done? What do you do when it’s been raining for days on end and you just realize you’ve dognapped? You laugh. I laughed until I couldn’t breathe, tears rolling down my face, while the dog looked on tolerantly. I turned around and took him back up the lane of his farm where he belonged. Lesson to the story, don’t offer rides to dogs in the rain? And when all else fails, laugh at yourself.
I won’t tell you the weekend forecast is looking a bit on the cloudy and damp side, you’ve probably ascertained as much on your own, but next week is looking much better. Finally. If George Harrison were here, no doubt he’d be humming alongside me, “It seems like years since it’s been here, Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun, and I say, It’s all right.” Go with grace.