Ugh, it’s so gray looking out my window. It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve seen the sun shining and it was only yesterday that it shone so bright outside my dining room window that I had to close the curtains because it was warming the room so much. Crazy, right?
I think because this year we’ve had so much off and on raining day after day, it tends to bother me more.
Once upon a time when I was young, the weather really wasn’t of any consequence to my brothers and sisters and I, especially in the spring and summer. If we wanted to go outdoors and play, we didn’t let a little rain stop us unless it was thundering and lightning.
We used to love running around outside, splashing at one another in puddles, trying to out-do one another, getting the water being splashed higher and higher on one another until we were bored with that particular activity. There were even days when it had rained so much, we put on our raincoats and rubber boots and stood in front of the puddles in the street daring the passing cars to splash us as they passed by and believe me, plenty of drivers were more than willing to accept the challenge put to them.
There were even days when it rained so hard and so fast that the street sewers couldn’t drain fast enough, and the water would back up and fill an entire section of the street near where we lived. After the rain finished, many of the neighborhood kids as well as us would go wading in the water. And yes, this was at the time when there was no polio vaccine, and many people were afraid that the street water would give their children that dreaded disease. Personally, I never heard of anyone getting polio from our little romps into the water but I’m sure it must have happened to someone at some time in order for there to be the scare of it.
The more I think about it, the more I seem to remember how different weather used to be years ago. I can remember being at family picnics on the 4th of July and by sundown and later evening, we had to put on a sweater because it was getting so chilly.
Also, when I was in my early teens and worked in the summer on tobacco farms, there were times at six o’clock in the morning we had to put on a heavier jacket because there was practically a frost in the air. August used to be the hottest and muggiest month for us in the northeast and by September the chill was back in the air again by the time we went back to school.
The way the weather is now is much different than what I remember it being when I was a kid. We don’t seem to have much of a winter with snow and cold temperatures and by the end of March and April, we’re feeling temperatures rise into the low 50’s and upward. The spring season is short lived around here, that’s for sure, and by summer it’s so freaking hot and humid I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust if I spend too much time outdoors not in the shade.
My son’s answer to what I say about the weather is that I’m old. As a matter of fact, that’s his answer for everything I tell him that bothers me. He enjoys busting my fanny and tries to lighten my mood if he can.
Rationally I know that I shouldn’t allow outside things to determine how I feel but none the less, I do allow it to happen for whatever reason. I think many people do. Sunshine is much easier to live with than constant or consistent grayness in my opinion for what it’s worth.
Nevertheless, the planet is getting warmer. Scientists have proven and shown us this so it makes sense that we’re going to have many days that are wet, humid and gray and I should just get used to it and not let it affect how I feel.
Today I have a choice, look at the weather and feel down or find something to occupy my time so that I’m not concerning myself with something I have no control over.
Thank you for reading.
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