Let it be known that I don’t do rain.
I don’t walk in it if I can help it; I won’t run in it except to get out of it. I don’t like the sound of it on my rooftop or cascading along the eavestroughs. The rational part of me knows it’s earth-nourishing and life-sustaining, but the child in me who grew up in Vancouver can only recall all the times I traced the path of raindrops on the window with my fingertips and yearned for sunshine so I could go outside and play.
It’s raining hard this evening. Sorry, guys, not tonight, I say to Catie and Riley, who watch my every move with great hope, follow me upstairs and downstairs, to the kitchen, to the window where I study the sky. They went to the park this morning with their dad and my weekday after-work strolls are much celebrated bonuses. I feel bad in disappointing them, but the fact remains that I’m simply a rain-free walker. I’ll walk or run in blustery wind and heavy snow, in freezing temperatures and blazing heat.
I simply can’t do rain.
When I finally stop moving about and they realize nothing exciting is going to happen, they both settle in my vicinity with collective downhearted sighs. My aversion to rain is perplexing to them, I’m sure. They have no issues with weather. Wet or dry, hot or cold, it’s all the same to them. The world is infinitely fascinating and beautiful whether covered in sullen clouds or brilliant sunlight. Even on the most bitter winter days they eagerly await and expect an outing; sometimes they can only endure a short time because their paws are tender and susceptible to the cold. All in all, though, any opportunity for outdoor adventure is worthwhile, no matter how brief. It’s but one of their many endearing and unique gifts to accept everything without complaint, even my inability to venture outside this evening.
So we’ll just put on some quiet music, draw the curtains against the dreary landscape outside, and share some extra treats and cuddles where it’s warm and dry.
We force Mom to walk in the rain! We don’t let her off that easy! Enjoy the cuddles and extra treats (make sure there are a lot of extra treats)!!
XOXO
Dillon and Rhys
Hi, this is Penny, Shelby’s older, wiser, big sister.
Tell me about it!!!!!
My mom is such a slug in the rain, I swear she hasn’t walked me in …like forever and ten days. They say no more rain after tonight. Yeah…right…like I’m going believe the TV weather dorks.
Put on some Jimmy Buffett, it’s hard to be dreary when he’s singing about Margaritaville!
Gotta go, Charlie’s in trouble again, I swear that dude will eat anything!!!
I agree with you wholeheartedly about the rain. I wouldn’t cope very well if it rained all the time. That’s when S.A.D. really kicks in for me.
I’m just catching up and read your previous post on Catie’s side effects after the chemo. It must just break your heart to see her not feeling well. Sounds like she’s feeling much better now- following you everywhere is always a great sign.
Treats, cuddles and Jimmy Buffet sounds like a great way to spend an evening in the rain!
I agree with you!!!! I really don’t like rainy dreary days…dampens everything including the spirits!
WHEN are you going to write a book? Or have you?! 😉
Tracy, Maggie’s Mom
Heya Catie and Riley!
I have been on a covert mission and missed a few postings! Sorry fellas.
But I come back and your mom is still talking about weather!!! Last time it was the hurricane force winds and she was moving and now— it’s rain!
We are going to have to dedicate a song to her when we tour, “Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down”.
Comet (Hoping it will rain – I live in the desert!)
Rainy days are best spent at home, snuggling next to your pawrents… My Wolfie also hates to go out when it’s raining hard… and usually holds it in, until he’s ready to burst… then he has no choice! 🙂
Angel Jake and Wolfie’s Mom
Poor Catie and Riley! I makes my mom go outs no matter what the weathers is! I means, c’mon. Sure the humins don’t gots fur, but thats why they haves umbrellers and raincoatses. I’m pretty sure its evens in their jobs decryption.
Hopes you get outs soon,
Rosie
But Ma, it’s only water!