This morning, I woke up to heavy rain. “Thank goodness,” I thought, “I’m working from home today.”
Most people only have the morning house-to-car dash when it’s raining, followed by the car-to-office dash. Since I take the commuter rail to work, I typically start my rainy days with the I’ve-resigned-myself-to-getting-wet-and-can’t-miss-the-train rush to the station. That’s followed by a slightly more relaxed I’m-already-wet-oh-well amble from my destination to my office. At a minimum, I spend 40 minutes each day walking outside. So when it rains, or snows, or sleets, I feel it.
There have been lessons along the way. Like two Junes ago when it rained the whole month and I, not having rain boots, wore (and destroyed) several pairs of flats. Solution: rain boots. Or when, a year later, thinking I had conquered the rain with my trusty rubber boots, splashed through a deep puddle to find my toes drowning in chilly water. Upon further inspection, I discovered a massive crack along the rubber sole. Solution: duct tape.
Then there was the red raincoat disaster. I had planned to meet my father for brunch in a nearby square, only to wake up to a squall. Armed with my red raincoat and travel umbrella, I set off on the twenty-minute walk. By the time I arrived, the rain had soaked through every layer of my clothing. As I peeled off my rain jacket, I heard a gasp from my father’s direction. Turns out, the red dye from my raincoat had decided to run away with the rain, all over my brand new white (now pink) sweater.
There are times when I wished I had a car. But then again, I wouldn’t have nearly as many weather-related disaster stories to tell.
Weather: Rain earlier in the day, then some sun.
Mood:
Anna – 6 out of 10 on the “so miserable I can’t get out of bed” to “jumping for joy” scale. She’s tired.
Hannah – 6 out of 10. She’s also tired.
Ditch the Umbrella 