Monday, February 17, 2020

Rainy days and Mondays ~ my column from Sunday

Driving to an errand yesterday, I heard the lilting voice of Karen Carpenter singing Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down. I loved the song when it first came out and still love it because it hits close to the mark. Did I mention that yesterday was Monday, and it was raining?
The poor folks in Australia have raging wildfires due to the lack of rain, and with us living through a drought a few years ago, I swore that I would never wish away the rain. And I never have, but rainy days often make me feel a bit melancholy.
It started during the summers when I was growing up in Sloss Hollow. A rainy day back then was a wasted day. I remember sitting on the arm of a chair in the living room with my head leaning against the wall, watching raindrops zag their way down the window pane. Time seemed to move in slow motion.
I remember thinking that I would have to spend the day inside instead of roaming the fields, fishing Horse Creek, or swimming in the strip pit at Powell Hollow. The only time during the summer I spent inside was when I was eating or sleeping. I was no fan of roofs and walls.
Yesterday when I got home, the dogs were ricocheting off the walls. Jilda met me at the door saying WE HAVE TO GO WALK THESE DOGS. 
I sat down on my bedroom bench to put on my socks, and the new pup Kodak ran in, grabbed a sock off my foot, and ran out the doggie door. I’m guessing he thought that would speed me up. It didn’t.
Reaching into the sock drawer, I pulled out another pair. I’d just slipped on my shoes when the sock thief came back in to see why I hadn’t followed him. The sock was soaked.
When we started walking, rain dripped off the hood of my raincoat and onto my forehead. Down toward the barn, we noticed a new pond in the lower section of our field. An instant later, Kodak was in the middle of it. He was having a large time. Apparently, the rain didn’t have the same effect on him that it has on me. I haven’t looked, but I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he has webbed feet.
As we walked, I realized that it wasn’t just a rainy Monday that had me down. It had only been a week since we buried our collie Caillou. But as I watched our new dog Kodak having the time of his life playing in the puddle, I had to smile as an understanding came over me.
Life is interesting. I think the Good Lord knows how much we love our critters, and also knew that Caillou would not be with us that much longer. I feel like that’s why Kodak showed up when he did. But the new pup has big paws to fill.


  1. You can't replace a good dog, but you can make some room for a new one. I think the new one will give you many Kodak moments. He looks at least part Lab, so those toes are probably webbed.

  2. I have lived through more than one drought and sadly more than one season of fires so rain never, ever gets me down.
    I am glad that Kodak came into your lives (and you into his). And of course you miss Caillou.

  3. YEAH, life definitely cycles. I like the thought you have there of sending a replacement in. WEll like most thingsd in life seldom are friends or critters actually replaced, just more memories added to the bank.
    Like the kid!
    Sherry & jack

  4. Kodak won’t ever fill Caillou’s shoes because he was unique and owns a special place in your heart but he will make his own shoes which you will love even if he grabs your socks


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