Monday Moanings - June 8, 2015

I awoke this morning to heavy rain, the same rain that had disturbed my slumber much of the night. I finally gave up on the sleep idea and rolled out of bed just before 7. I need neither eyes nor ears to know it's raining - my head, my joints and bones broadcast the weather report, both current conditions and a 24 hour forecast, often with greater accuracy than the weather office. This morning was no exception. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down...

Once up and vertical - okay, so maybe not quite plumb bob vertical but good enough - a resistance to movement joined the aches of the night. Head and shoulders, knees and toes protested progress into the new day. My disposition was in serious danger of spiralling down the glum-glum drain and were it not for a long overdue coffee date with a good friend, just might have done exactly that.




We lingered over our flat whites, nibbled on warm banana bread and caught up with each other. When we left some 90 minutes later, the rain had stopped and the skies had brightened. I popped into the grocery store on the way home. With liquidity of movement my hands guided the cart up and down aisles and round corners with ease. Head and shoulders, knees and toes now working in concert with only a hint of protest. Then I decided to take the scenic route the rest of the way home, along country roads dripping with green. Why just two weeks ago dry brown threatened to overtake emergent growth but now field and forest are exhorting a grandeur of green; thick, luscious green. It's a miracle I tell you!

Good friends and good coffee are reliable remedies for most of what ails me and a good rain refreshes my world. The week looks much brighter now; full but manageable. I'd best get at it.

Oh, and thanks Vaughn for the coffee this morning.

©2015 April Hoeller