Rainy Days Make Me Smile

What a beautiful rainy Fall day...it really is.  I am a Morning Person who Loves Rainy Days.  If I were a cat, I would lie in front of the sliding glass doors and purr as the rain falls.  But I'm glad I'm me because I like coffee especiall on rainy days and I don't think Kitty would lap up the java.  Really rainy days make me hyper (I know you probaby think it's the coffee, but I drink decaf). When I taught, the windows in my classroom were inches away from a brick wall so I never saw sunlight during the school day. So I was always happy thinking it was a cloudy (maybe even going to rain) day until I walked out the front doors in the evening to go home. Then I would be so disappointed because the sun was shining. You know you never know what makes people tick.

I hum (instead of purring) on rainy days, but today I laughed outloud. My day was already "bright", but this sign made it even "brighter". How nice it is to be reminded about important things in such a fun way. I think Jesus would smile. I hope you do too.

I  am a "morning person" - at least I have been for 60+ years. I have always looked forward to the next morning and waking up and getting started with the plans for my day.   But this Fall, I have found a snag in this thinking.  I find I am not looking forward to mornings.....because I have started an exercise class that meets at 9:00.  It is not the time, but the word 'exercise'.  I really don't like to exercise. I need to get in shape physically, but I think mentally I need a little shaking up too.  After each session I'm like a little kid patting myself on the back for going to and completing the class. I've also been rewarding myself after each session with a cup of English Toffee/Toasted Hazelnut cappaucino and that does help the morale. Isn't that a wise decision for a person who is trying to get more physically fit?  After I get back home, I start on my list of things to do...which I never get finished.  I finally figured out why .... I put too many things on my "to do" list.  I supposed I should forget making a list since that frustrates and stresses me, but if I don't make a list I forget what I was going to do that day.  Which is okay in a way because then I indulge myself in one of my two latest addictions.

I never really understood how someone could become addicted to the computer...now I know.  I love reading blogs.  Wendy started me out with food blogs, but I quickly moved on to scrapbooking and crocheting blogs.  Now I have added Pinterest.com.  My day flies by while I'm reading and looking at all of the interesting things that people do.  I become so enthused about some of the projects that I can't wait to start them, but I never seem to find the time.  I wonder why? 

Some of my first creations.

My other latest addiction is crocheting. The Book Club trip to Charleston SC and Suzanne created that monster.  Suzanne and I walked over five miles in 100+ degree heat to find yarn and a crochet hook so I could learn to crochet on the way back to Kentucky.  Now if my hands aren't busy with another task, I am crocheting. So far it has only been 10 dishclothes. one baby carseat blanket, and about 20 baby hats, but I have other projects lined up to begin along with baskets of yarn to do it with.  With my weakness for pretty and touchy yarn, I would hate to see my garage and driveway if I had a fondness for pretty cars.

Bye Bye Summer 2011

    Summer is gone...boo hoo.  Even though I have come to love the beautiful autumn days, I miss Summer.  What is it about Summer that we yearn for those days to return even when the memory of scorching hot days and high humidity are still vivid in our minds. Does it go back to when we were kids and free from school and could play all day and into the dark?   Those summertime memories of fun, catching lighting bugs, playing hide and seek evolve into memories of long afternoons at the pool, summer dances on the school blacktop, convertible rides, and the county fair. Helping my grandmother work in the garden is a special summer memory. As I work in my small garden and  in my flower beds, I always think of Grandma. Who would have thought that all those years ago a chore that I was made to do could now be one of my greatest joys of a summer day?

The last flowers of Summer 2011

    Since there is a possibility of frost tonight, I covered my blooming and yet to bloom Mums and roses with sheets.  My yard looks like a party of ghosts lounging around. I should have taken a picture (but it was too cold) because all of those mounds of bumpy ghosts made me LOL.