rain

The sky is darkening and it looks like rain again. This is about the fifth time it's rained today. Oregon Winter day is rain, sun, rain, sun, ending in rain of course. From July through Sept. it is warm and dry here, so dry the grass goes brown. I try to tell this to my family in the mid-west and either it doesn't make sense to them or they just don't remember. Families are hard to figure out sometimes.

My sister is turning 40. I'm not sure she really likes the idea but I do, age is a good thing. Without it there is no wisdom, and also who would we send all those over the hill cards to. Humor and wisdom seem to go together hand and hand. They have to. You just have to laugh at the things people do to try not to age. Knives and needles, diets and dyes, pills and push-up garments. It's all crazy and funny and pathetic, but human. The wisdom of age is knowing that none of it matters.

Especially, that mid-life crisis thing that happens to all of us at different times in our lives. I have a friend who's going through it right now. It isn't pretty. She needs to construct change at all costs, even though it is causing extreme discomfort to those around her. I'd love to take her outside on a day like today. In the mist of a rainy day that glimps of sun is so great it makes you believe Summer has begun, but we all know it can't last. It is still Winter in all of it's gray dullness.

In thirty-six years I have learned that there are somethings that cannot be changed, like the Winter rains of Oregon and the fact that I'm going to be 40 soon. What I would like to tell my sister and my friend is to enjoy what you're given, the rain can be very beautiful.

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