Today...

it was raining.  No, it was flash-flooding with poor visibility. Monday mornings are one of THE worst days to get up motivated enough to make the long commute to work and put on a bright smiling face no matter what you feel like.  I had a cup of coffee in my hand, my purse on my shoulder and an umbrella over my head as I ran to the car.

I opened the door and as I tried to negotiate getting in the car and closing both the umbrella and the door, I felt COLD water running down my back off of the umbrella and then I felt WARM moisture down my left arm.  Yuck!  I smelled my coffee creamer on  my sleeve.  Yep, I had spilled hot coffee down my arm.  I was hoping my co-workers realize that Hazelnut creamer is not my new signature fragrance because I didn't  have the time to go back in through the pouring rain and grab another shirt. 

Once in the car, I look out the windshield at the sheets of torrential rain pouring down.  I begin blotting the coffee off my arm.  Looking in the rear-view mirror, I catch sight of the tired eyes looking back at me and see my now once lovely but now wet hair-do. 

I put on the brake to start the car and feel the wet heaviness of the bottom of my pants on my shin.  Going to be a great day, I can tell.  I turn on the radio and the one song that makes me pine for my Dad is on.

(In case you are wondering, the title of the song is "I can only imagine" by Mercy Me.  The song was sung at my Dad's funeral and if you were there, you would NEVER forget the chills that were sent down your back as the duet sang it standing over the casket of my Dad.)

I can't remember EVER hearing my Dad complain about his jobs.  Why should I?

I sit back and listen to the words and turn it around and realize that I am here, he is in my heart, and my day will go on with or without the rain. I have a choice to let environmental factors effect the disposition of my day or not.

I tried to call home on my cell phone and tell my family that I loved them and that I hope they, too, have a wonderfully rainy day for after the rain there is always the promise of the rainbow. They were busy getting ready so I smiled in spite of myself and the weather and sang that song to the top of my lungs. 

Here's to rainy Mondays...

Comments

[Tawcan]

It's going to be like that for me soon....fall in Vancouver means that rain is coming and you can't get away from it at all.