Heh. Totally cheesy title, right? I should be ashamed of myself, but … yeah: sorrynotsorry.
It’s been raining in my corner of the universe. And, when I say “raining”, I mean RAINING. We have had non-stop rainy days for, I think, around 3 or 4 weeks. It’s been unseasonably cool, too. I love cool and rainy weather, but even I’m beginning to think, “OK, Universe … enough is enough!” Well, actually, I thought that until it stopped raining yesterday and today, and our temperatures soared up into the high 80s/low 90s. At that point, I was all, “All right! Let’s have more rain and cold, please!” Yeah. I guess I’m never happy.
I think I’ve mentioned in here a few times that I try to do daily walks with my dogs. My Springer loves to walk, and we usually do quite a hike together. His preferred distance is about 3 – 3.5 miles. My Boxer/Hound mix doesn’t love to walk. She loves the idea of it, but not the reality. She is afraid of everything, so I feel like we are having a great day when I manage to get her to go three blocks from our house.
I love to walk my dogs just after it has rained. I’m not a morning person, but I like to go early, when the sidewalks are still wet and the air is still cool — before the day warms up enough to make things feel steamy and sticky. I love to watch my Springer splish-splash through the puddles and squish through the mud. He’s a mudder, and he loves to come home all grungy and dirty. My Boxer/Hound is a princess, and she seems to skim over the ground with a light step. The mud doesn’t get on her at all, and she wouldn’t think of splashing through a puddle. She just gives me a look and daintily steps around them.
So I was walking my dogs earlier this week, in between rain showers, and I had to stop and stare at all the mushrooms that had appeared. It seems like these guys just pop up overnight, any time it rains. I’m from South Texas, and we don’t really have mushrooms there. I mean, I guess there are mushrooms somewhere … but the scorpions probably ate them or something. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sheer surprise I feel every time I see them suddenly appear. Of course, in a couple of days — once everything starts to dry out a bit — they will be gone. So I guess they leave as suddenly as they come. I feel this is one of the mysteries of the universe. Or, maybe just of my universe. It’s not a huge mystery, but even small mysteries can be pretty neat.
I feel like my writing inspiration and ideas are like this. I feel like they are the fungus that lurks in my brain, waiting for a chance to pop up out of nowhere. They always appear unexpectedly, usually when I’m in the middle of something else and can’t drop what I’m doing to head off and write or create. They pop up a lot while I’m walking. I think there’s something about walking or exercising that gets the creative juices pumping. But, they also breed in the shower. So … maybe walking/exercise and running water? I dunno. That seems kind of weird, even if it is true. Or, maybe it’s weird BECAUSE it’s true. But let’s not think too hard about that.
And in true fungus fashion, my ideas seem to disappear just as quickly as they appear. I don’t know how many times I’ve thought to myself, “Self, that’s a FABULOUS idea! I love that idea! I will NOT forget that idea!” And, of course, by the time I sit down to work on said idea, it’s completely gone. If I listen closely, I think I can hear the teeny-tiny “pop” it makes as it disappears into the nether, never to be seen again.
Or, maybe, never to be seen again until the next time I walk in the rain or stand in the shower for an extended period of time. I would test this theory out, but my skin gets all wrinkly. And my husband keeps complaining about the water bill. I mean, really … doesn’t he get it? I’m creating here!!