Rainy days and Monday

It’s no secret.  I don’t care for dreary, cold, rainy days.  Last Sunday night started off with rain that turned to snow and then on Monday turned back to rain again. It was cold. It was the kind of cold that goes right through a person no matter many layers they are wearing.  To top it off, it just happened to be Monday as well, not one of my favorite days. My list of “should do’s” were turning into “must do’s” and I started to get the feeling one has when they would just like to add one more hour to the 24 all the time knowing that it still wouldn’t be enough.  Ever had a day like that?  I know you have.  And add to the never-ending list---- two blogs that take up more time than most people would realize and you have my day in nutshell. 

Actually lately I have tossed around the notion of removing some of the demands upon myself.  I have even thought about ending the blogs.  Maybe it’s that infernal rain and darkness that is steadily drenching me.  Maybe it’s Monday, but on this particular day I’ve thought about it more than usual. 

And then I arrive home. I am tired, bedraggled and need I say, soaking wet?  I open my mailbox and sitting there, under a magazine and between some junk mail is a package. The package is from someone in Canada who has always read and commented on my blog.

Now in my three years of blogging I have made many friends from all over the world.  Some have stuck with me right from the start, even when I didn't have the time to comment on their blogs as much as I'd like.  I opened the package and found a small painting and a hand knitted dishcloth along with a sweet note about how one of my posts helped her and her mother to do something a bit easier than anticipated.  I smiled.  For the first time that day I sat back and smiled. 

And I knew that all the hours that I have put into those blogs were not in vain.  I made many friends and although I may never meet them face to face, I am a happier and better person for having known them. 

Just when I needed a shot in arm and a kick in the pants so to speak I realized that blogging has broadened my life in immeasurable ways and I guess if I am to cut back on some things it won’t be my blogs.  Maybe I’ll cut out a yoga class.

Thank you Stacey and Stacey’s mom for the gifts and most of all-- for the smile.

Surprise on a rainy Monday