Rainy Day Sundays
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Rain day. Yesterday was sky blue sky. Today is the we have a polar opposite. There is rain. More rain, and again rain. It’s a good thing I got off my rump and did the shopping yesterday, because if I felt lazy yesterday, today I feel positively catatonic.
I suppose the gloomy grey colour of the Autumn sky has something to do with it. The appearance of hopelessness tends to increase the self same feeling. It’s the kind of day you just want to curl up on the couch (sofa), drink coffee, stare out the window and pretend your a horribly depressed French poet. It really needs a cigarette to complete the scene, but I can’t stand the taste, and my French is really bad. This is a day that calls for some sad music and a reflective mood.
Rainy days and I have a history. I’ve moved houses in the rain. I’ve canoed the rivers of Northern Ontario in eight straight days of rain. I’ve sailed in the rain. It’s wet, cold and generally miserable. The tendency is towards reverse pathetic fallacy; nature doesn’t assume our mood, we assume nature’s. So I will try to stay upbeat and positive during the downpour while recalling the the words of Snoopy from Peanuts “It rains on the just and the unjust, but what about us in betweens?”
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