Category: rain

Step Challenge

I’ve been excited for today, because there’s so much going on in May. A friend invited me to join her step challenge that begins today, and I wasn’t too sure about it, but the chart she created to track our steps all month is just too cute to resist.

I downloaded a step-tracking app, Step Up, last month and learned that I am horrible about carrying my phone with me to make sure it tracks all of my steps. I have a bad habit of leaving my phone on the desk, on the table, on the charger, anywhere but on my body to track my steps! So I was surprised when I got this notification this morning about April’s step challenge:

Hey, not bad for someone who didn’t even track all of her steps! It gives me hope for our May challenge.

Normally our Saturdays are all about yard work, but it looks like we are going to be waking up to thunderstorms tomorrow. I am excited about that, too! First, we desperately need the rain, but also, it means my husband and I have an excuse to sleep in, snuggle, spend some time together, lounge in bed as long as we like, listening to the rain. We work hard pretty much every day, even weekends, so I am very much looking forward to our peaceful, relaxed, rainy Saturday morning…with no alarm and nowhere to be until we feel like it!

Rainy Sunday

The weekend is flying by, as I knew it would. I want it to slow down so I can keep enjoying it as long as possible.

Yesterday my husband and I went on Valentine’s Day date night. The evening was perfect, not hot, not cold, so we sat outside at the restaurant and had a beautiful time.

On a whim, I had decided to have flowers delivered to the house for my husband for Valentine’s Day. He has flowers sent to me, at home and work, all the time, so why not return the favor? When the florist delivered not one, but two, bouquets yesterday, he looked confused until I pointed out that one of them was for him. His face lit up, which made me happy, and he said, “No one has ever gotten me flowers before.” He thanked me for the flowers again today. He has his flowers beside mine on the dining room table, where we can easily see them and appreciate them.

Today is rainy and windy, perfect for staying inside and relaxing. We sneaked out and dodged raindrops for a late lunch, but for the rest of the day, we intend to cozily hibernate at home.

This evening, I think I will keep scratching out an idea I had, inspired by a fellow blogger. I want to scribble some plans out before I write too much about it, but I am excited about it.

We are both off tomorrow too. I love not having to set the alarm!

Happiest

When the alarm went off this morning, I was nowhere near ready to get out of bed yet. I was comfy, cozy, content, snuggled up in my husband’s arms. I smacked the snooze button about half a dozen more times than I should have, just for the luxurious delight of rolling back over, tucking in close to him again a little bit longer.

I have a co-worker who regales me with dramatic tales of the men in her life. It’s entertaining for sure, but I get tired just listening to her! I have to laugh, because I hear her talk about fancy dinners, huge parties, jealousy issues, arguments, expensive trips, and I know she would think my idea of a perfect evening is boring as hell.

I am happiest just being at home with my husband, no grand plans, simply enjoying each other and talking and laughing. An occasional weekend trip is fun, but we are both always happy to get back home. It makes sense, because we have built our home together over many years, and it’s our sanctuary and peaceful place.

Speaking of that, I am eyeing the clock as I type, because it’s nearing quitting time at work. The weekend is promising to be a rainy one, and that is perfectly fine with me. I won’t turn down a drizzly, peaceful morning, sleeping in, no alarm clock, no particular place to be, the whole day waiting just for the two of us.

Rain

Yesterday was more than rainy. For a while, I suspected that I would need a boat to get home from work. I could hear rain slamming the roof, threatening to burst in on us, and it was hard to concentrate.

I love a light, gentle drizzle, the lulling tap of rain drops on windows. What we got yesterday was the opposite: forceful rain, roaring thunder, angry wind. I have never liked thunderstorms. They are the sound of destruction to me, and I just can’t wait for them to be over.

I texted my husband to see if he was safe at home yet, and once he was, I felt a bit better. He said I should just come on home, but since we were under a tornado warning, we weren’t even allowed to leave the office.

I stayed a little late at work, waiting for a brief easing of the downpour, then made a bolt for my car. Why did I park so dang far away when I knew it was going to rain? I wrestled my umbrella against the wind, then finally slammed the car door against the mess and headed home at last.

Pulling into the driveway always makes me feel instantly more at peace, and running from the car to the front porch, I was relieved. My husband smiled as I came inside, and I closed and locked the door against the storm outside.

This morning, it was blissfully chilly, everything still drenched, but calm, raindrops perched on edges of flower petals and leaves. Soon, hot and muggy weather will march in and make itself at home, so I soaked in as much of the cool morning as I could.

Now that the rain has passed, my mind has turned to our garden and what to dive into this weekend. Mulch was delivered today, and I would much rather be at home, cleaning up flower beds and getting covered in mud and mulch crumbs, transforming our yard one small bit at a time, slowly erasing the scars of winter and dressing up each flower bed in fresh spring finery.

Well, I might be stuck at my desk instead, but nothing is stopping me from scribbling down my yard work to-do list or looking up gardening inspiration online, is it?

Rainy Weekend

Looks like a rainy weekend for us here, and I am actually excited about that. I have plenty to do outside, like starting the spring yard clean-up, pruning our roses, washing and waxing my car, but I love the idea of a quiet, snuggly weekend at home with my husband.

Both of us have several hobbies, so it’s not unusual for us to end up in separate rooms for a bit, working on our own thing. But even while we’re doing that, I like just knowing he’s nearby, hearing him moving around, occasionally talking to himself, wandering into the room to pester me and see if he can make me laugh.

After a busy work week, I love waking up on Saturday mornings: no alarm clock, peaceful, just the gentle whir of the ceiling fan, birds faintly singing outside, and the soft sound of his breathing. Just me and him, with the world shut outside.

When he wakes up, one of the first questions one of us usually asks is, “What do you want to do today?” I love that question, the whole day spread out in front of us, ours to do with as we like.

I think, this weekend, I will crumple up that to-do list. Set it aside for another weekend. I have a pile of books, some tea, rocking chairs on the porch, and snuggle time and date night with my best friend that I would rather focus on the next two days, instead.

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