It's Raining - Again!
I love this State. (Texas) It can go from drought to flood from hot to cold from humid to "aaaaahhkkkkk,--- I can't swallow, my throat's so dry" in seconds flat. And remain that way for months on end.
Now don't get the impression I am complaining. I am not. It is actually a very pretty type day today. The sky is a very deep gray and the air is so heavy that familiar sounds now seem foreign, echoing in from far away places in hushed resonant aftertones. And the sky, a gray canopy of mist and rain hangs just over one's head, so close you could almost reach up and touch it. It is the type of day for fairies and fancy and for reading a beloved book while snuggled in an old robe, red apple carelessly held in your relaxed right hand.
Of course a weather scene like this one is a bit weird when you take into account it is January 6 and the outside weather appears to have mixed up its months delivering April or May's instead. I know, I know---El Nino. Gads I am sick of hearing about El Nino. If it rains it's El Nino, if it doesn't rain it's El Nino, if you break out in a rash on you chin-----that's right: It's El Nino.
But the truth of the matter is that we really don't have a clue what our true weather pattern is supposed to be. Haven't we, after all, only been recording temperatures and climate conditions for about 100 years? I mean, geez--sometimes I think we get a little arrogant in our forecasts. "It's a little wet for this time of year, but we haven't beaten the record yet" squawks some smiling T.V. weatherman. What record?
But I digress--back to the original thought for the day--which was-- oh, yes!--the gray sky. It is actually thundering outside, and not the spectacular crashing thunder, but the gentle rolling kind that reverberates through your chest. Very mood setting. And it's misty. The entire day almost seems a little surreal. The temperature must be in the low to mid 70's (Fahrenheit) and it is almost balmy. Very strange for this time of year in my experience! And very difficult to stay awake in.
I was terribly disappointed last night with my computer. Or, perhaps, I should say computers in general. Though not a huge IRC or MIRC fan, I am developing an attachment to a little place on the chat circuit called "Kate's Place". It is a wonderful sanctuary to retreat to every evening around 9:00 p.m. CST and just chat. Everyone in the room is either currently in a caregiving situation or has or soon will be. And contrary to what one might expect, (though there is a certain amount of "letting off steam") the mood is usually very light and fun. Well, for some reason, last night I either couldn't connect, kept getting thrown off the connection or had the computer freeze up. It was not a very nice experience and I had gone to the chat just because I had really needed a little light-hearted chat. You see,------ Dad fell again.
Yup. Did I mention that before? Seems like I did, but maybe I just e-mailed somebody the details. He had fallen sometime late in the night and not called me. I guess he kind of half landed back on the bed (he was getting up to go potty) which is the only thing that prevented him from getting really hurt. Unfortunately, he had also wet himself, but had been able to get everything pretty well cleaned up by himself. All, except the "ducks" (as he calls the bedside urinals) that he had filled, aged, ready, and waiting for me by the time I got there after work last night. I guess he was scared to get up again after the fall, so he just pottied in those little plastic containers the rest of the night and carefully lined them all up in a row. Gives new meaning to "getting your ducks in a row" doesn't it.
I am so upset that Pop did not call me as soon as he had problems. I just don't understand--up until now, he would always call. About anything . Now, suddenly, he doesn't call. I can't win in this situation and I do not like for him to be alone now for any length of time. I also don't like him to have to leave such personal items laying around unattended for such a length of time. I think it only serves to remind him of his deteriorating condition and makes him more depressed. And I don't want to have to go through him being depressed again! I guess it's time I took off work and got him back to the internist for a re-evaluation. I just feel like something has been a little "off" with Dad these past few weeks and I need to follow through on this intuition.
2:45 p.m
Hmmmmmm. Remember when I said it was warm and balmy? Forget it. It has dropped 20 degrees outside and the rain is falling so hard it stings your face when it hits.
I have accomplished absolutely nothing useful today, aside from having done some major typing for a new book one of my guys is doing. I even laid down at lunch to nap, and though I couldn't relax enough to go to sleep, I felt a bit more rested when I got up. Though I need to get to the market soon, I honestly don't know if tonight will be the night. A friend spent the day at the house with Pop and I will need to run her home after work. And considering how hard it is raining, every high-water crossing will be closed. I figure a 45 minute project should take just under 2 hours to accomplish. That would put me home at around 8:20 p.m. give or take an hour for traffic. And that is without the marketing. No, I guess it looks like I won't be accomplishing much this evening either.
I have only 2 hours and 15 minutes to go until I can GO. I am restless to get this day over with,--at least the office part of the day. I have typed so much today my fingers feel like bent claws and my rear hurts from this ergodynamic (yeah, right!) secretary chair. Yes, I will be glad when I can punch out another day on the timeclock and mosey on home in the rain. The wet, gray, sweet, whispering rain.
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