Yesterday is rained. That isn’t exactly breaking news here in Oregon. It rains a great deal of the time; in fact, I’d have to say that it has rained at least five days of every week since October. Again, that isn’t unusual. The funny thing about the rain yesterday was that I was out in it.
My Mother did teach her idiot daughter to come in out of the rain. She also told me to not eat too much dessert because, “Too much dessert makes too much Ann.” Which is a good part of the reason I was out walking. Hey, she told me, that doesn’t mean I listened!
But, back to the rain.
It wasn’t raining when I left the house. It was in fact, very lovely; light breeze, sunshine, large puffy clouds, a good time, nay, a perfect time for a walk. Cept, its Oregon in the spring time.
I met my walking buddy who had a little gifty for me; her book. It’s the one I’ve been begging (begging!) her to let me read. It hits the book stores in June and I have every intention of purchasing it, but I wanted to read it early! I’m her BOF for heaven’s sake!
But, back to the rain.
We started out on our usual path. I listened as she described a couple of guys she knows who are in a bad way. We cleared the woods as the temperature dropped. Wow, it’s cold, I thought. Just as we crossed the bridge it started to sprinkle.
“I think it’s going to rain on us,” I chirped.
Sure enough. The heavens opened and it began to pour. We laughed about our flimsy, non-rain repellant jackets (Morons! Walking in Oregon without a rain coat, snicker) but we kept moving. I threw my hood on, a fact she noted and grumbled about not having one. I asked if the fact that I’d be sitting in my car for an hour, soaking wet, waiting for Miss C, was consolation enough while she’d be home warm and dry. It soothed her mean little heart just a bit.
That is until it started to hail. Now, I don’t know if ya’ll have ever been out walking, in the rain, dripping wet, being pelted by tiny darts of ice or not, but let me just assure you that it’s not fun. It isn’t fun at all. We cut our loop short and headed for the parking lot. It was then that I decided I wasn’t going to leave. I wasn’t going to let the rain beat me. I was going to finish my walk!
Walking buddy thought I was an idiot, “You can stay if you want to, but I’m going home. My pants are sticking to my legs!”
And stay I did.
I finished my walk, soaked to the skin, hair plastered to my head, shoes squishing. The geese laughed at me as I passed them. I could hear them snickering to each other, pointing in my direction squawking, “Look at the idiot girl! She thinks she’s a duck” Quack, quack, quack. The grounds keepers smiled at me in that, “Oh look, a die hard. She must not be from around here, she doesn’t have a rain coat,” kind of way.
But, I did it. I finished my walk and I was proud. Wet, but proud.
And waiting for me in my car: THE BOOK
To be continued