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Okay, it’s not Monday, but I’m long overdue for another post. Lately, I’ve found myself in a Monday frame of mind an awful lot. Might as well use it.

Monday-ish Moment: Reflection

Believe it or not, it does rain in Southern California. Last year, only about twice, but this year we hope for better. I took this picture of a local soccer field last week. No, we don’t normally hold soccer games lakeside. This field doubles as a drainage area in the off-season. (Is there an off season for soccer? Listening to the schedule my friends keep trying to get their kids to games, I have to wonder.)

I love the rain. It makes no sense that I ended up in Southern California, but there you are. Life is a funny and sometimes really annoying thing. My second favorite is the day after the rain. The sky looks freshly scrubbed and the ground retains enough of the water to make L.A. as green as it’s going to get. Since the soil here wasn’t made to absorb lots of water, we get a fair amount of puddles, at least for a day or two. Catch them at just the right moment and you get to see the world inverted and flashed back to you, doing a good impression of an alternate universe. One where pie is good for you and carpets vacuum themselves and you climb down trees right into the sky.

Rainy days that bring these puddles about are good for the spirit. Sure, exercise produces endorphins and sunshine provides Vitamin D, but rainy days give you one-on-one time with your soul. Get the necessary errands over with, and then it’s time to crack open a book. If there are multiple people in your household, maybe it’s a big bowl of popcorn and a movie that everyone will enjoy. (My two brothers and I fought about nearly everything growing up, but even we could agree on The Apple Dumpling Gang.) These days remind me of why I filled my house with the thing that I did – books, movies, CDs, pretty colors on the walls, a comfy futon, squishy pillows, and a cat that likes to nap as much as I do.

These are the days where I reflect on the tapestry of my life and think that, while it has more than a few parts that need work, patches of it are just exactly right.

Kimberly is right this minute living up to her pluviophilic nature, waiting for the rain to come back.



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