Tuesday Musings.

It was 58 degrees when I left on my walk this morning. I was glad for that brief respite in the unrelenting rain, which started coming down in sheets shortly after I parked myself in front of my computer on Monday morning. Luckily, Mother Nature finally turned the spigot off around 8:30 a.m., so I seized that opportunity to get out and get some steps in. One minute the rain was just pounding on the patio roof, then suddenly that sound was reduced to a light pitter patter, then nothing. Without the noise of raindrops in the background, I heard the twitters and murmurings of the sparrows who were huddling together, lined up along the bedroom window ledges underneath the patio roof, just as they always do when they seek shelter from a soaking rain.

We’ve had two inches of rain since early Monday afternoon and the weather folks tell us this translates to 20-24 inches of snow. Well, I for one, am thankful it is not snow; that 9.2-inch Snowmageddon on February 9th was quite enough thank you. This continuous pouring rain makes you think it might be ark-building time.

Unlike yesterday, I was not willing to rely on the weatherman's prognostication, after getting soaking wet on yesterday’s walk, so I decided I’d check things out with my own eyes and do my own scientific determination, i.e. I opened the front door, stuck my arm out, palm face up and felt nary a drop, and saw no fog that the weatherman had yammered about either.

I closed the door and was in such a hurry to get going I smacked my knee into the wooden trim on the couch ... it’s only been in the same place for decades. What a klutz! I skinned my knee just like a five-year old, and had to stop and put a Band-Aid on it since I scraped it raw. It could be worse - my good friend throughout our high school and college years had a knee replacement this morning. I’ll be good as new once the scab heals; Cheryl will take a little while longer ‘til she is stepping out again.

At 58 degrees I was out of the hiking boots, and back in the walking shoes, with no danger of slip-slidin’ away on any ice. A dark and brooding cloud hung overhead, so I didn’t stray any further than the ‘hood. I half expected to see worms slithering across the sidewalk, then remembered the ground was still cold from our recent frosty temps and all that snow. I even took an umbrella this time, but, of course, since I toted it along, it never rained. It was like a good luck charm I guess. I got in about 2 ½ miles this morning – not my best effort, but better than a poke in the eye as that saying goes, as every little bit counts toward my year-end total.

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