Thunder rolls through the air. Dark gray clouds fill the sky in every direction. Molly won’t usually go potty during a storm so I try to take her out when I hear one beginning. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest. I love how the rain sounds as it falls and the fresh smell that fills the air. Because I’ve spent more than half my life in that rainy part of the country I don’t always notice storms right away. Soon after the thunder announced itself I took Molly out hoping she would go.
I opened the garage door and discovered a steady rain coming down. Molly stood on the threshold calculating if it would be best to go now or later. She opted for later, it’s a good thing she was out just an hour ago. We watched it rain for a while before Molly declared it was time to back inside.
The smell outside was completely unexpected. Instead of inhaling a fresh scent, my nose dutifully notified me that somewhere nearby was a very large, very dirty, fish tank. Do you know what I mean? The stink of algae and muck and fish. We live near a few small lakes and a river. I don’t know if that has anything to do with it because I’ve never smelled this unless I was standing next to the water or a fish tank in need of serious cleaning. The stink is today’s mystery.
I’ve tried to write this post several times and for various reasons haven’t been able too. For instance, I started to write a short story to share with you. It ended up being a super idea that I’m going to turn it into its own book or make use it as amazing chapter one in a book I was already planning to write. Next, I decided to find an app that boosts productivity. I found one I thought I liked. Downloaded the free version on my computer and phone. After playing with it for most of the morning, I decided I didn’t like it after all. That was a personal decision, the app worked as advertised and easily synced between platforms. “It’s not you,” I said to the app as I deleted it. “It’s me. I need more . . . I don’t know what. Anyway, really, I swear, it’s me not you.”
So after breaking up with this app I sat at my desk wondering what I’d share with you. Then this storm descended on us. One thunderous boom was so big and close that the house shook! We unplugged everything. I wonder how these storms know when I’m on a deadline and struggling to meet it. I swear somehow they know.
I’m sitting in the half-dark basement writing on paper with a pen. It feels like writing in a diary. What do you do when you write in a diary? You tell secrets. So today I’m going to share some things about me that you probably don’t know.
- Puddles – I enjoy splashing in puddles. Since I have no kids of my own, I have to borrow my niece or make excuses for this occasional lapse from adulthood. My niece is a great accomplice in any childhood activity. Another favorite of hers and mine is jumping in piles of leaves in the fall.
- Dixon Ticonderoga – My favorite pencil is the Dixon Ticonderoga 1388-2/HB Soft. It’s made in the USA of real wood and lead. Its yellow paint with metallic green text, pink eraser, and the green and yellow metal piece that holds the eraser to the pencil are the things that make it recognizable. The lead doesn’t break. The eraser doesn’t leave pink streaks. The wood is chewable (an old habit of mine that I’ve mostly broken.) I love this pencil!
- Sudoku – For many years now my favorite puzzle has been Sudoku. An ex-coworker introduced them to me. Thank you, Jeremy for opening a world of frustration and triumph based on the numbers 1 – 9. There is nothing more fun than starting a new book of puzzles, full of hundreds of new challenges, except for finishing each one of them.
- Cross-Stitching – This is the best hobby. Cross stitching is like advanced coloring for adults. The sewing calms me. It’s rhythm creating beauty where before there was nothing. Right now, I’m working on a pack of wolves gathered on a snow-covered field under a full moon. When it’s finished I’ll frame it. It will be spectacular.
- Work – I write at a desk in the basement. Sitting on it now is the spiral notebook and pen I’m writing this post in, a glass of iced tea, an empty gum wrapper, a print out of my book, marked and ready for me to make changes before it goes to my editor next week, a bottle of lotion, my phone, a to-do list, and a copy of John Grisham’s Skipping Christmas. I listen to music and sometimes the TV while I write. In the morning, I need a cup of coffee before I can begin writing.
What About You?
So now you know some new things about me. Why not share some things about yourself? I’d love to get to know you.