A Weekly Offering of This n That

Rainy Day is my alter ego. She is the little angel that sits on one shoulder and whispers in my ear to forgo that 6" piece of triple chocolate fudge with the four scoops of ice cream on it; she is also the little devil who sits on my other shoulder and convinces me that I can eat just one bite of each and be satisfied, and then laughs with such great abandon when in fact, I eat the whole thing, she falls off my shoulder. Mostly, Rainy Day helps me see the humor in living and, mostly, she encourages me down the right path. Not necessarily the straight and narrow one (how fun is that?) but the path that offers the most adventure and fun.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Rainy Day: Snakewoman

Rainy Day thanks those of you who volunteered to be a First Reader for Jibutu: Daughter of the Desert. She appreciates your sacrifice of time, and your confidence that she can actually string 82,000 words together in some sort of meaningful fashion;-)

Rainy Day was watching something on the telly the other night, and a snake played a small but scary part in the episode, and for some reason, it triggered memories of long ago, when Rainy D first touched a snake.

Until that summer day, when it was too hot for sound to carry, and Rainy D and the class bully found themselves in the park at the same time, Rainy D had been afraid, no not afraid, but terrified, of snakes. The class bully was there with his pet boa. For some unknown reason, he didn't tease Rainy D, and she didn't shriek in terror and run. They started conversing (Rainy D is positive that was a new concept for him).

Eventually, Rainy D's curiosity got the best of her, as she watched the boa wind around his arm, and she asked if she could touch it. He said she could, but to be gentle. She gingerly reached out and stroked it. It was warm and smooth and dry. She had been told they were cold and slimy. She asked if she could hold it, and he showed her how.

Rainy Day added snakes to her collections of salamanders and lizards and frogs. The class bully did not become part of her collection, but they did remain friends.

When Rainy Day had children, they did not understand her predilection for reptiles and amphibians; however, since she cooked the meals and cleaned the house, they tolerated her. Her husband, on the other hand...but, that's another story for another posting. Maybe.

The moral of this little story? Don't believe everything you hear and read. Question it; check it out on your own. You just may be pleasantly surprised. 


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