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Today I decided I would walk to lunch. After all, Denny’s is only about a half mile from my office, and the thunderclouds are “way” over the mountains and surely I have time to walk, eat and walk back before the Colorado Summer rain sets in….. WRONG! “It’s Colorado, and it has been raining since May you idiot!”

The rain let up a bit, so I pay my bill and head back, maybe I can make it before it really starts…… Wrong again, but at least the hail waited until I got inside.

As I run (trotted, to old to run) through the rain, it made me think of how things change as we get older. It used to be that we waited for days like this. We would be inside, and as soon as the rain came, we went out to play in it. Of course it could be that we grew up in the deserts of El Paso, in far West Texas, and rain was a rarity,  but I do not think that is  it.  Doesn’t every  kid, regardless of where they live, like to play in the rain?   Could it be that as we grow up, things like getting wet from the rain is too inconvenient or it is just too uncouth to walk into work soaking wet?  And don’t we go out of our way to stay dry and avoid it when we can?

Sometimes I wish I would just walk in the rain for the fun of it, not because I had to in order to get back to work.  Or, getting wet was part of the fun rather than the inconvenience.  Even though I had four people comment about being able to tell who went out to lunch today, just from the door to my cubicle (100 yards,) I found it rather refreshing to have soaking wet hair, and half soaked clothing and soggy socks; and for some reason, I just smiled at the comments. No excuses necessary, I just enjoyed a walk in the rain.

And yes, we got our first mountain snow in the storm Sunday night!  It is just around the corner.   As wet as the Spring and Summer have been, who knows what is in store for us this fall and winter.  I guess I better get my snow blower out and serviced and load up on the fire wood!   DANG!  I forgot, we have a gas fire place, not a wood burning one.   Don’t want to pollute Boulder County. <just a touch of sarcasm>  Guess it is time to light the pilot.

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