Smiling in the Rain

Saturday, no Friday it is.  When I take a day off, even if it is with a distinct purpose, like getting ready for the yard sale, I get my days mixed up.  The rain is torrential, and relentless.  At times so heavy, one stops to wonder what that sound is….until you look out the window.  This morning, briefly, I had a happy-silly moment.  J and I were schlepping old (now touted as mid-century) furniture from over at the storage space above his shop, and we were using the ride on lawn mover, with the little cart behind it.  Considering the uphill climb to the shop and the weight of the Mediterranean 70’s furniture, it did mighty fine, the little cubcat. 

Meanwhile, he rode it back after we loaded it and I would walk back to help him off load and then back again, so it’s not exactly faaaar, but maybe a couple of city blocks, and hey it was raining as well.  My hair, washed this morning, was expanding like yeast on my head, and my boots were soaked thru.  But it was warm enough so not so bad.  Except, by the third time, as J started it up after unloading, I clambered into the back, sitting on top of the wet sheets and stryofoam.  “I’m riding this time”  I said  “ok” he answered and he took off, then started shouting “wheeeee” and doing loops across the lawn till I was dizzy and started yelling; then he straightened out and we began puttering.  How lovely this rainy May day is!  The pink dogwood is blooming and dripping, the grass so green, it’s almost embarrassing, everything is full and wet and green and the rain softly falling, and I held onto both sides of the cart as we bounced along slowly and I looked up and let that rain do it’s magic – they say it’s good for the complexion!