Saturday, 4 January 2014
Where's Noah when you need him?
He does however, look as I feel.
Nothing like getting the new year off to a flying start with a big moan.
Is it ever going to stop raining, and if it does, will we be able to walk where we once did or must we direct our webbed feet in new directions?
Have I ever mentioned that I hate rain. Yes I know, I am a gardener or once was, and yes I know we need rain. Which is not the same thing at all as wanting rain.
Having left the house exactly twice since getting home from church on Christmas morning, and then only to shop for food, I would really like to pull the duvet over my head, tell the weather to s.. off and emerge only when sanity in the form of warmth, sun and dryth have returned.
I do know that some poor people have been flooded out of their homes and that others have no heat or light and I am truly sorry for them and pray they will soon be in a happier state. This however does not make me feel full of joy because I am not suffering in any of these ways. It merely makes me feel guilty.
I hate that there is not even a glimmer of sun, that the wind is lashing the windows, that a trip to put something in the bin in the garage is like an expedition during monsoon (without the warmth) in a tropical rainforest.
Every time I gingerly open the back door there is somebody's soggy moggy wailing pathetically "pleaase let me come in, I want to live here".
Even the birds are sitting about morosely comtemplating their navels (Do birds have navels?).
I embrace the thought of back to church choir tomorrow then back to work in the parish office on Monday
with the deepest joy!
Somebody wake me up when it's May. (If you must).
Posted by Ray Barnes at 5:15:00 pm