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Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Outside the Window - Creative Writing #4
It's dark outside, yet the sun is still out. At best, there should be golds, blues, and pinks across the sky as the sun falls slowly below the horizon. It's one of my favorite times of day, really. But, instead, it is dark. Gray, murky clouds fill the sky and rain falls steadily ouside the window, causing the water in the newly filled pool to dance. It is magnificent.
Yesterday, I awoke to a storm - thunder and lightning with rain falling steadily about.
Today, the sun was up and the air was humid. I did not think it would rain, yet, there it is again. Rain.
Glorious, beautiful rain. I love storms. I love rain.
I think I'm a rarity. Often, people complain about how gloomy it is or how dark it is or how the rain won't stop. I understand. Sometimes, the rain brings flooding and damage to homes. My own husband's Saturn was once victim to flooding. He hadn't a choice when he tried to get off the highway, but the car was totalled as a result.
Still, I find the sound of rain on my rooftop to be soothing. I love the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning that comes just before it.
I love this website: Rainymood.Com
It plays rain sounds over and over, including thunder. Of course, it lacks lightning, but there is no threat here. No worry about flooded roads and no worry about damaged homes. No one needing rescue as the water falls from the sky. It's soothing to me and makes me want to close my eyes and imagine a time or day without worry. Safe in the confines of my home with my family - I can listen to this sound forever.
Now, I grant you, there are times when even I long for a sunny day to off-set the rainy. May 2016 was such a month. We had 1 clear day that I can recall. The rest of the month was stormy. This causes problems in a city made mostly of cement and steel, with little earth or water to soak in the rain.
I am among very few who love storms. Many people grouse about them.
For me, I imagine forests where the sky is hard to see above the leafy canopies, but it's dark gray. Rain falls, causing the ground below, littered with greenery from the Redwoods above, to be damp. Drops fall from the branches and leaves above. It is green everywhere and, while it is raining, I am merely damp, not soaked or cold.
Perhaps, because I was at Jones Gulch during such rainy times, I have grown to love it. I was enjoying Outdoor Ed in 5th grade when it rained on us. Fortunately, Monday night was my night hike and the skies were clear and the stars were fantastic to look at. I heard the rain of the rest of the week ruined the view for others. For me, I recall a warm Spring night, a clear star-filled sky, and excitement as we traveled in the dark through the Redwood forest.
The next day, it sprinkled as we explored the ground area, looking for banana slugs to kiss and become part of the Banana Slug Club. Ew, I know, but I enjoyed it. It stormed hard that night as I lay in my bunk in my sleeping bag above my BFF's bunk. I listened and fell into an easy sleep. Every day, that's how it was. Gray and damp, some rain. Nothing terrible and we went home Friday on the bus, none the worse for the rainy weather.
I love the rain. Bring it on.
Yesterday, I awoke to a storm - thunder and lightning with rain falling steadily about.
Today, the sun was up and the air was humid. I did not think it would rain, yet, there it is again. Rain.
Glorious, beautiful rain. I love storms. I love rain.
I think I'm a rarity. Often, people complain about how gloomy it is or how dark it is or how the rain won't stop. I understand. Sometimes, the rain brings flooding and damage to homes. My own husband's Saturn was once victim to flooding. He hadn't a choice when he tried to get off the highway, but the car was totalled as a result.
Still, I find the sound of rain on my rooftop to be soothing. I love the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning that comes just before it.
I love this website: Rainymood.Com
It plays rain sounds over and over, including thunder. Of course, it lacks lightning, but there is no threat here. No worry about flooded roads and no worry about damaged homes. No one needing rescue as the water falls from the sky. It's soothing to me and makes me want to close my eyes and imagine a time or day without worry. Safe in the confines of my home with my family - I can listen to this sound forever.
Now, I grant you, there are times when even I long for a sunny day to off-set the rainy. May 2016 was such a month. We had 1 clear day that I can recall. The rest of the month was stormy. This causes problems in a city made mostly of cement and steel, with little earth or water to soak in the rain.
I am among very few who love storms. Many people grouse about them.
For me, I imagine forests where the sky is hard to see above the leafy canopies, but it's dark gray. Rain falls, causing the ground below, littered with greenery from the Redwoods above, to be damp. Drops fall from the branches and leaves above. It is green everywhere and, while it is raining, I am merely damp, not soaked or cold.
Perhaps, because I was at Jones Gulch during such rainy times, I have grown to love it. I was enjoying Outdoor Ed in 5th grade when it rained on us. Fortunately, Monday night was my night hike and the skies were clear and the stars were fantastic to look at. I heard the rain of the rest of the week ruined the view for others. For me, I recall a warm Spring night, a clear star-filled sky, and excitement as we traveled in the dark through the Redwood forest.
The next day, it sprinkled as we explored the ground area, looking for banana slugs to kiss and become part of the Banana Slug Club. Ew, I know, but I enjoyed it. It stormed hard that night as I lay in my bunk in my sleeping bag above my BFF's bunk. I listened and fell into an easy sleep. Every day, that's how it was. Gray and damp, some rain. Nothing terrible and we went home Friday on the bus, none the worse for the rainy weather.
I love the rain. Bring it on.
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Greeting - Creative Writing #3
HELLO
How are you?
Excellent, and yourself?
Likewise.
Let's go to the park.
Okay.
Howdy!
Ever gone to the beach?
Let's go now!
Let's!
Okay!
How did you get here?
Ever tried to ride a rainbow?
Literally?
Literally.
On occasion.
How's the weather?
Exhilarating!
Liking it?
Loving it!
Oh boy.
How are you?
Excellent, and yourself?
Likewise.
Let's go to the park.
Okay.
Howdy!
Ever gone to the beach?
Let's go now!
Let's!
Okay!
How did you get here?
Ever tried to ride a rainbow?
Literally?
Literally.
On occasion.
How's the weather?
Exhilarating!
Liking it?
Loving it!
Oh boy.
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Dollhouse - Creative Writing #2
I hid under my kitchen table, waiting out the earthquake.
I moved in a week ago and my realtor said NOTHING about earthquakes. Ok, I didn't ask, but who would? I mean, an earthquake now and then, fine. This is California, after all. Earthquakes happen. But every day? Multiple times a day?! Yesterday there were four. The first one was slight, barely woke me out of bed. But the others were terrible! My dishes fell out of their cupboards, my dog fell down the stairs to the first floor... I had a mess to clean up, let me tell you!
Every day, earthquakes. The entire house shakes from the first floor up to the attic. It always starts the same, too. All of a sudden and then everything lifts and flops and jumps around. The couches and TV, the bookshelves and tables. Everything! Yesterday, I fell out of my bed when it began! I know I said the first wasn't bad, and it wasn't, but the second one was HUGE! At least a nine on the Richter scale! They are all like that, most of the time.
So, now, I'm back under my table, hands over my head and neck, facing away from my windows and dishes. I'm terrified. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it's going to burst through my chest! My dog is somewhere, likely fallen on his side, again. Silly dog. He's always at the top of the stairs when these quakes happen.
Ahh, finally, the quake stops. I carefully get out from under the table and look at the damage around my home. The cupboards are still closed, dishes are intact. My chairs are topsy-turvy and my dog is on his side by the stairs. Right. I've about had enough of this. My realtor needs to be fired!
... Wait. Did you see that? Oh. My. Gosh! I think I saw a hand! A huge, giant hand!
I race to the window, hiding behind my curtains. They're red plaid and I can just see out from behind them. It's reaching into my house!!! It.... it.. oh no. Spot! RUN SPOT!
Wait... it turned spot upright and ... oh no, where's it taking... Oh.. he's on the top of the stairs now. The hand is fixing my house up. It is putting chairs upright, the tables, my bed... Everything. My heart is definitely beating out of its chest.
It's coming for me now! Where can I run? It's blocking my only way out!!
Oh, no! It got me! It's holding me.. carrying me up and up and...
... lying me on my bed. This.. is so very weird. Ok. I'm going to stay here and rest. I can take a hint.
The hand is leaving now. The earthquake is returning. It's gentler now, though.
I think I'm going to just stay in my bed awhile, get some rest. My heart needs to calm down.
And I need to rethink this move. A house with a giant living nearby?!
I don't think so.
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Holding Hands- Creative Writing #1
His hand was warm. It was so very warm and not at all sweaty. Was he nervous? Was he, even the tiniest bit, terrified? He didn't seem to be. His hand was warm and gentle as it held mine. I looked at his hand and saw how small mine seemed to be in his. My hand had always seemed big to me. Bigger than my mother's and my best friend's. Clunky in many ways. I couldn't twist it around the neck of a guitar or violin comfortably, but it had never seemed small. Until now.
How did my hand feel to him? Cold? Isn't that how it worked? If he felt warm, wouldn't my hand be cold? Would he think I was scared? Maybe he would be able to tell how nervous I was and how excited.
"Can I hold your hand?"
It was so easy a question, just popped out of his mouth and I took his hand without thinking about it. But now, his hand was warm and it was bigger than mine. It engulfed mine, but I didn't feel small. I felt excited and thrilled. I could feel it in my toes and in my belly. Just that twinge of something that made me want to do it again, just to feel it once more.
I smiled, looked to my jacket and took my hand from his. My hand felt so very cold after being in his, even for just a moment. I swapped my jacket to my other arm, dangled it at my elbow. Another smile to him and I took his hand. He smiled back.
My hand in his warm hand was small. But it felt right, like it belonged there. I felt that tingle once more. A thrill of something electric went through me and I knew. I just knew.
How did my hand feel to him? Cold? Isn't that how it worked? If he felt warm, wouldn't my hand be cold? Would he think I was scared? Maybe he would be able to tell how nervous I was and how excited.
"Can I hold your hand?"
It was so easy a question, just popped out of his mouth and I took his hand without thinking about it. But now, his hand was warm and it was bigger than mine. It engulfed mine, but I didn't feel small. I felt excited and thrilled. I could feel it in my toes and in my belly. Just that twinge of something that made me want to do it again, just to feel it once more.
I smiled, looked to my jacket and took my hand from his. My hand felt so very cold after being in his, even for just a moment. I swapped my jacket to my other arm, dangled it at my elbow. Another smile to him and I took his hand. He smiled back.
My hand in his warm hand was small. But it felt right, like it belonged there. I felt that tingle once more. A thrill of something electric went through me and I knew. I just knew.
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