Snapshots for sunshine

Sunday May 27, 2007

It’s raining out there. There’s a single blue balloon tied to a railing down the street proclaiming Happy Birthday! but if there’s any other sunshiney jollity in my view I can’t see it. Not even on tippety-toe can I see it.

So, I’m going to spend the day alternating between old photographs, the food cupboard, and my couch.

The blue balloon has burst. Not too surprising given the battering it’s had in the wind.

And still it rains. The wind is blowing up now, reminding me of earlier Somerset days when Dolly and I had a senior colleague to keep us in line.

The wind is building up now, sending lighter objects bouncing across the patio. And it’s getting prematurely dark. I’ll be drawing the blinds very shortly, ’shutting the day out’ as my mother used to say. Then, tomorrow, it’ll be Monday. If the wind stays and the rain goes we’ll have a fine drying day tomorrow.

 

Not long after I drew the blinds the wind rose to howling levels. The rotary washing line I’d folded up and stowed in a corner of the patio was blown down to crash against the french door and onto the decking step. No harm done except to Dolly’s dignity as she was woken so rudely from her fugue state nap, looking out at the weather from behind the curtain. I nipped out quickly to pick up the wayward contraption, untangle the line, and wedge it away more securely.

And, throughout the evening and right into the small hours and beyond, the wind blew, the rain fell, and Dolly and I sat comfortably in our nice brick house. You can’t really hear the wind much, not in a nice brick house you can’t.