Friday, July 17, 2009

Rain, rain, go away...

Its been raining non-stop. We have tropical storm "Isang" which is causing widespread flooding and forcing schools, offices and the country's stock exchange to close today. After looking at the weather forecast, it seems as though it will be raining and storming until tomorrow, presumably keeping us inside.

So what would I do if I am confined at home during a rainy day?

Well, the first thing on my list will be to sleep. There’s something about cool winds and the sound of rain on my roof that makes the shut-eye hard to resist. A warm bed and soft pillow to snuggle in, will be very tempting.

But of course, during this time when all the kids are also at home, I expect them to be looking for food. Well, isn't it nice to eat in? I mean since we can't go out, I will instead use my fingers to call my favorite fast food joint for a 30-minutes-or-less delivery.

And what better time to rearrange a room especially when a change is in order! I love to plot out a likely new layout for my living room or bedroom on a piece of paper before actually moving tables and chairs around so I don’t waste time and energy. A new arrangement doesn’t only look good, but it feels good as well.

Another activity I am inclined to do is read. From the newspapers and magazines, to books I haven’t touched since I bought them. I would cozy up on the couch or in my bed with a blanket, pillows, and a hot cup of coffee or tea, and enjoy a quiet couple of hours with a book. I can also doze off if I like.

Or I can highlight my hair. Sometimes feeling “blah” can be remedied by a slight change in appearance. Of course I won't be doing something drastic like using purple or a flaming orange on my hair! Hmmm... it would give me a kick just to make heads turn when I come to work on Monday, so it would be nice to highlight a few strands of my hair.

Ah yes, what better time to get on the computer for fun. Like maybe tend my farm and work on someone else's farm and get some points. Or just scan through websites and discover new things, or make up a screen name and let that alter ego loose in a chat room, if I dare, and converse with a number of people on a variety of subjects, from the serious to the absurd.

How about you? What would you be doing on a rainy day?


Sid Brechin said...

It is raining here as well. Also there is a lot of construction going on right outside. They are puttting in new sewers, water pipes, and gas pipes and phone wires. As this is the first time it has been done since first being put in in some cases over 100 years ago it's a good thing. However at 8am all starts up so so sleeping in. This morning I thought it was a rock band drumming loudly but all the steam shovels had started at once. Gives a whole new meaning to the term " Heavy Metal Band :

Odette said...

oh i never liked listening to heavy metal music because they aren't pleasant to my ears, so i understand the comparison, hahaha!
i hope you get to sleep better ayt night though...

Mimi said...

We don't get much rain here,but I like to stay home on rain days. It just makes home seem cozier. I would catch up on my reading and mabe do some baking. Enjoy your time at home with your kids.

Tracey said...

We have had thunder bolts and lightning and rain, rain and more rain for 24 hours, If I didn't feel so crap I would love it!

Odette said...

i hope you feel better soon Trace, are you taking tamiflu?

Odette said...

the warmth at your home plus the smell of freshly baked goodies makes the rain a welcome relief!

Tracey said...

Tamiflu's for wimps! lol.
The doctors say it only halves the symptoms....if you can cope with them then let nature take it's course. After 48 hrs of high temp and grot, I can honestly say I feel a bit better this am.
love Trace xxxxx

Sid Brechin said...

I think any flu med is for wimps Tracey. A couple of quarts of good Scotch Whiskey will kill the flu. As well as lions matstodons dinosaurs and anything else could ail you. I think we invented it on the same premise all Scots cuisine is based on. A Dare. Who the heck invents Haggis and deep fried mars bars then eats them on a regular basis. A country where the men are men and the sheep are nervous. They drink scotch to show how tough they are. Mind you national sports include seeing how far you throw a huge rock without getting a hernia and throwing a telephone pole end over end. I don't think brain damage runs in my family. It runs in my whole darn race.

Tracey said...

Sid, also the men wear skirts and no knickers and all have ginger beards!!! xxx

living_with_ba said...

I like to tidy, like I did today in ready for the move...I'm getting excited now only a few more weeks of this hell and then SPACE and my OWN BEDROOM!!!

Sid Brechin said...

Tracey I will let you in on a little secret. The men can't wear anything under the kilts. Having worn one for 8 years I can tell you why. A mans kilt has nine yards of wool. They were meant to keep the men warm when they could sleep. In summer you get sweaty and a terrible diaper rash if the breeze can't cool the boys. In the winter ( and remember I was with a Canadian Highland unit ) exercise causes sweating and then the breeze literally freezes the boys. Even in winter they are quite warm

Everything which is a military tradition has or had a reason. Sometimes those reasons are a bit on the embassing side.

Boysie Gonzaga said...

When it rains here, it really pours. And when this happens, arab kids and olds alike go supernuts in the streets under the heavy downpour. Reason - it rains here only once a year.
People like us who live near the world's monsoon belt sometimes consider rain a nuisance - especially if it comes on a time we least expect it. People here on the contrary, pray for it. There is one called the Rain Prayer asking for "just even one" rainfall "not too much and not to little". Such a modest supplication, eh? And indeed, it comes without fail.
I feel lucky that somehow I have the best of both worlds. One, to be thankful I live in a country where one does not need to pray for rain. Two, learn a lesson from a group of dusty desert guys that there is no reason at all to feel down during rainy days. So, toss away the umbrella Odette and enjoy the rain!

Angry American said...

Damn Sid! :o

I have to say. I think I'll call your last comment "Everything I've never wanted to know about wearing a kilt". Or, "Thank god I'm not a Scot" And I thought wearing tighty whities used to be uncomfortable.

As far as toughing out the flu, when I was a kid, I'd ALWAYS do the opposit of what my mother would tell me. Especially when it came to being sick. I wouldn't always listen to my dad either but, for some reason, it was more fun not listening to my mom (ok so maybe I'm one tiny part of the reason why my mom is a psycho. So, sue me).

All through grade school, my brother would bring home the latest version of the flu every winter. Then, boom! I'd catch it. Never failed. My mom would offer this and that or suggest I take a couple of these or those to make me feel better.

I'd always say no. I think I also felt like it would be wimpy to take something to ward off the warm, peaceful feeling of relief I'd get from thinking the flu will finally kill me in a couple hours. Either way, what always got to me the most were the throbbing headaches.

Just opening my eyes in dim light would cause a lot of pain. Sitting up a little bit just to take a sip of ginger ale or tea was bad too. But, feeling like Buddy Rich, Neal Pert and Alex Van Halen were having a drumb war on the inside of my skull made getting to the bathroom a major ordeal when I had to pee.

By the time I got to there, the aches and pains in the rest of my body would make hitting the inside of the toilet bowl pretty much a lost cause. Oh, Sure. I'd gave it my best shot, at first. But, after a few seconds of struggling, I'd get to the point where I really didn't give a damn.

I'd end up realizing that I'm so miserable, just trying to stand was a job in and of itself. So, why should I care if I was even close to hitting the floor next to the toilet as opposed to hosing down the wall.

I think I was about 10 or 11 when I finally gave in and started to take tylenol or whatever for the aches and pains. Of course, I'd wait for a few hours after my mom offered to get me something until I was convinced it sounded like it was my idea.

Tamiflu my ass. It doesn't matter if it's via prescription or OTC. The pharmasuticals are trying to turn us into a bunch of sissies. Whatever happened to a good, old fashioned bowl of chicken noodle soup and a shot of Old No. 7 in your cup of tea?


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