Rainy day

Both girls were down for the count this evening before 6:45 pm.  It was still light out.  Funny that, we woke up while it was still dark.  I figure if they are going to get up at 5-5:30 anyway, they may as well get their 10-12 hours in and give me a little time to unwind before bed.  It is incredibly pleasant in the house this evening.  It rained all day, which seemed to have everyone worried about hurricane season this year.  We are in for some tricky weather it seems, although there has been no major storm on the island in 60 years or so.  Like everyone else, we are prepping for the possibility if not the probability.  Anyway, all the windows are opened and without the use of fans or air conditioning, I am relaxing comfortably in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and trying to decide if an 8:00 pm bed time is too early for me.  (I think not, not with these 5 am wake up calls.)

On a rainy day like this, I love chatting on the phone.  Just getting on with a good friend and reminiscing or making plans for the future, sharing dreams.  The rain always seems to bring that out in me.  Because of the expense though, I most often SKYPE call rather than pick up the horn.  I love free calling, but I want to be able to walk around the house, looking out the windows in different rooms, stopping to fold laundry or fix my crazy eyebrows in the bathroom mirror.  I want to be able to follow Virginie as she wanders through the house rather than trapping her in the small space where I can see her. 

I have missed chitchatting the most.  Making a phone call that is not urgent and maybe has no real message, just to stay connected.  It is funny how dependent I am on Facebook and other messaging services now to stay in touch.  It is funny how friends tend to fall by the wayside when you cannot reach out to them or they to you so easily.  A rainy day in Barbados reminds me of those severed or loosened connections because there is nothing else to distract me.

I do love a rainy day because it always brings hope of a newer, shinier tomorrow.  But it also makes this melancholy baby lonelier still. 

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