Not the kind of rain we get up North. But this was rain enough to wet my chair, bring steam up from the hot tub, darken the cement, and slow time down.
We all woke early, sipped coffee, gathered in the livingroom to have quiet, coffee, and reading.
I did not read. I ate toast and sipped on coffee. There was no jam, nor any real butter. And stared out the window at the bright, but wet morning. Missing my cat…
The day called for homework, and so homework I did.
I did homework while the rest of the family went off to explore the town.
I did homework while the sky threatened to brighten.
I did homework…
By the time the family had returned the sun was in full form. The clouds, sharp puffs from the heavens, seemed to have dusted off their dancing shoes as they moved out of the way.
So we went to a movie.
A movie that marries the very epitome of Ridiculous, with all the glory of Amazing. It was disgusting, and beautiful. Confusing, and meaningful.
“That was magical…” someone breathed in the darkened theater as the credits rolled.
With the homework set aside, and still swirling on a movie hangover, we decided to go find some food.
I had missed lunch.
So I ordered a half a roast chicken.
It was disgusting.
There was more homework to be done. But it was quickly finished.
And topped the night off with my toes in the hot tub..