blogspit

yup, rather than "blogspot", I typed "blogspit"...and of course that url didn't do anything for me, but i thought it was humorous. It's that kind of day. Everything is funny to me. So actually, blogspit, which would normally be slightly amusing, seems damn near hysterical to me on this everything is funny day (okay, i really only laughed in my mind - but it seemed loud in there). Talk about a long story about nothing to start the afternoon...
So here I am with my black coffee. (house blend, size small...while everyone was high-tailing it to various lunchtime eateries...i was getting coffee. surprised? I thought not). Besides getting caffeinated, I'm doing an anti-rain dance in my head. I'm always torn because I actually like rain. I like after-rain smell, and it's regenerative quality. I like a hot cup of tea and a big 'ol book and the sound of rain spattering against a window pane. It's a good combination. And if it's raining lightly, the windows can stay open and the during-rain smells are almost as nice as the post-rain. When I was little I'd go outside in my rain jacket and bare feet in the summer to splash around in the puddles, and twirl around, and sometimes just sit on the sidewalk and feel the rain splatter on my jacket and let water gather around my toes as it ran down the street. My rain jacket was big, so it covered all my clothes and just my legs stuck out. I'd scamper around bare-legged like I was a raindrop too. I'm glad my mom was a "she won't melt" kind of person. I like a good thunderstorm too. But, it seriously inhibits a bike ride. I could ride in the rain anyway, but only on reallly rocky trails (can't damage those so much). I think if it rains tomorrow I'll stay inside with my windows open and make banana bread. Cooking in the rain is fun too. :o)