Blossoms of Spring

Spring Blossoms
Spring Blossoms

In spite of the weatherman insisting that we would have a cold rainy day, it turned out unseasonably warm and sunny. The kind of day where I just itch to get out, walk a few blocks, run a couple of miles, bike a few more and then pant up my long steep driveway. I really don’t understand how it happens that the day goes by and I forget to get out and enjoy that spring weather. By the time I manage to set aside my work, the sky looks ominous. Just in time to run errands – quick dashes between the post office, school, karate lessons, grocery shopping, and restaurant, racing against humidity approaching 100%. Five minutes into dinner we watch as the sky darkens, trees bend in the wind, and the sidewalk floods . Changes… umbrellas will come and go and chances are mine will be in the car when I need it.

Ominous

Ominous Sky
Ominous Sky

I should have known better. I should have taken my umbrella with me. But, as I entered Panera Bread, the sun was still shining through that tiny slip between the clouds. “Looking pretty ominous out there,” the waiter pointed out. As he turned to walk away, the clouds burst forth. My phone chirped a reminder for our appointment 10 minutes away. No choice but to dodge the wind blown sideways downfall. Got in the car soaked to the skin, started the engine, the rain ceased as abruptly as it had begun.

What does this have to do with writing? Not much other than if I had been home writing like I was supposed to be doing, I would be further along than 61,075 words. I must give my self some credit today. I signed up for an advanced memoir class beginning in March. Now I’ll be counting my pennies along with my words, a big incentive to keep up the word count.