Rain is a good thing!

We’re in the middle of a drought.

It is been dry, hot, humid and dusty for weeks now.

We’ve been suffocating under a wet blanket of heat.

The A/C is running non-stop and it’s still not cool, grass is dying, I’m spending a fortune watering plants that are going to die anyway, it’s too hot to cook or do anything constructive really, except swim, eat ice cream, and drink mojitos.

You know it’s bad when you are wishing, no, begging,  for rain.

This afternoon, as we were leaving to go swimming at a friend’s house, we had lots of rain.

Accompanied by thunder, lightning and power outages.

Swimming outing cancelled.  Food in crock pot ruined. All plans for the day had to be reconsidered.

Not quite what I had in mind when I wished for rain.

Once the power came back on, we had a great afternoon indoors: reading,  napping and hanging out, enjoying some much-needed downtime.

Something that’s hard to do when it’s sunny out, and you think you’ve got to go somewhere, or work in the yard.

It was nice to let go of some of the busyness and get some rest.

Walking outside after the rain stopped, everything smelled fresh and clean.  The grass was greener.  No need to water.  It was cooler. Things have a different feel to them after a rainstorm.

It’s the same thing when rain falls into our lives.  When we have those stormy days, when nothing goes right, and things seem dark, depressing and gloomy.

After the rain has passed and a new day dawns, things seem better.  Fresher, cleaner, different perspective.

Although, a rainy day ruined our plans, we had a different day, and it was just as good, although different.

I realized that, although inconvenient and painful at times, rain in our lives can be a good thing.

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DO THEY HAVE COKES AND CANDY HERE?

Well, I’ve done it.

Finally entered the world of blogging.

I’ve reached the point in my middle-aged life where those close to me are tired of listening to my ramblings and musings, so it’s time to share with the WORLD!

Who needs Tylenol PM or Ambien, right?

Just come on over here and get some cokes and candy.

A little explanation about the title:

My husband’s cousin, Dan, pilots single engine aircraft.  His wife, Carol,  accompanied him on some of his flights.

Anyone who has ever flown knows that the landing of a plane at an airport is one of the most tricky and difficult parts of flying.

It requires complete concentration.  There are all manner of gadgets to watch and details to monitor and checklists to check.

There’s not a lot of room for chit-chat.

As the story went, while Dan was trying to land their plane safely, Carol had other more important things on her mind.

Such as, were there any cokes and candy at this airport.

Very important stuff according to Carol.

Unfortunately, Dan didn’t see it that way.

So after Dan told us this story, “cokes and candy” became an euphemism for “I’m not paying any attention to the important things you are doing or thinking, but here’s what is important to me.”

And it has become the catchphrase for my marriage.

So, come on over and enjoy the treats!