Rain, something we've not seen enough of over the last eighteen months; it's like someone dropped a dome over South Australia and it couldn't get it, but it's raining now.
We actually had damaging storms recently, some downed trees and powerlines, rough seas that spilled up onto the esplanade and the resulting damage that occurs from such events. Most welcomed the rain though, and I was out in it on Saturday morning to and from my gun range where I spent a miserably cold, foggy and wet morning shooting with a couple friends - there was more talking than shooting to be honest, it rained the entire time.
I didn't have much planned for the day. I returned home mid-morning, packed away guns, ammunition and equipment, changed clothes and headed to a cafe for something to eat and coffee. I took my laptop as always.
I've been working on a book about my life, a collection of stories with thoughts and feelings in between.
I don't have any plans for it to be published, I figure I'll just leave it behind when I die thinking that someone will happen across it, open it up and take a read. If that's someone who knows me I think it'll bring a lot of clarity and if it's someone who doesn't know me I guess it might provide some entertainment-factor and maybe a laugh and a tear or two. I'm writing it for me though, to get some arms-length between those events and thoughts which helps me see them more clearly and I've enjoyed the process.
I sat at that cafe for four hours and wrote, had a really great "breakfast burger" (for lunch), and more coffee than I should have consumed before going home to do some housework and start preparations for dinner which I was cooking for the two of us.
It was an enjoyable Saturday spent mostly alone but surrounded by others - thankfully I have noise cancelling ear buds and some great music to listen to - and I found it to be very relaxing. I wasn't really looking for productivity but found it; I was more interested in finding relaxation, a chance to rest my mind from the day-to-day grind that is my working week and I found exactly that.
It was nice to sit there watching the rain fall outside but feel like I was in my own world and secluded from others at the same time; I believe there's great value in a detachment of that kind, and rainy days always seem reflective and contemplative to me, it's like whilst the droplets can distort vision like in the above image looking through my windscreen, rainy days help me see internally a little better; is distorted clarity a thing?
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Mate, you've written several books on this platform already, no one needs to buy something you didn't even intend to publish :P
We've got ya here. ;) No need for paper :D
I was going to write the final copy of my book on papyrus like the Egyptians. That way some fucker can dig it up thousands of years later and find it...nothing digital will remain.
Anyway, no one will want to read about the boring life of some nobody Australian guy... everyone is more interested in real celebrities like whoever the fuck was on season 57 of farmer wants a wife or some cunt TV show like that.
The only thing this farmer wants is some paper. Reading hand writing is hard, but its a good way to prove that you were human, I guess, or at the very least, something given motor skills and motivation to persist through the ages.
Yeah, I use paper daily, note taking and all when on the phone and generally. I enjoy it...when I can read my own handwriting that is.
I struggle to read my own handwriting as well. I remember in university, the girl who used to sit next me in lectures would somehow copy my notes. No idea how she read my writing, particularly in a dimly lit lecture hall.
I wonder if she ended up passing after reading your unintelligible writing.
18 months without a rain? How can you have water at home or gardens still alive? My grandfather always used to say that when there's too much dry and heat then if it rains it will always be heavy storm
Actually it's not a bad idea to write your own life book, time has the power to delete our memories, or change the remembering than how it really was... 4 hours is really a lot of time, I don't think I would be able to keep it up
I think it would be a pity if no one ever gets to read it, you should publish it somewhen
Not no rain just dramatically less than normal. In parts of the State they are trucking water in tankers to homes; not so I'm the city and greater suburban areas though. They pump and purify our water from a river all, the River Murray which runs for 2,000km in length.
As for my writing, someone will see it but not until I'm gone I guess; not that I've got anything to hide, just don't want to release such personal things while I'm alive.
like in sicily with truck tanks with water then... the river must have suffered the low rains tough? i gotta say this spring here rained really a lot, lets see if your spring will be like this
I don't like either to spread too much personal stuff around so i agree, if it's too personal, a post mortem publish would be fine
Yep, the river is also low. That's Australia though, always extremes.
I can't say I'm a great fan of rain. It plays havoc with my coiffure.
Yes, but not as much havoc as pesky kids on the bus.
I fell those feckers with the quick lick of a hammer:)
Yes, a mighty blow to the fucken noggin usually works.
Three cheers for rain! We had a dry summer/fall last year, unusual for us but for some reason, the storms would build, split, go around our immediate area and close to reform a single storm once it was clear of us. This year seems better so far. Hope your rain continues to fill up your aquafers and water your gardens!
The rain is always good for inward reflection and you spent the time making good use of it.
I guess it's just the planet doing what it does and while we probably accelerate some of the changes it's been changing for eons and will keep doing that. Some pitter patter of rain outside is nice though, freshens things up and my garden likes it.
I think the days of just the right amount of rain are over...it's feast or famine lol
I think you're right and that'll probably push human beings to find new ways to do things which will probably exacerbate the problem with the planet even more.
I love rainy days; they inspire me much more and relax me. I think it's the water and its sound. The distortion of one thing can be the clarity of another, depending on how you look at it. That book surely helps to unburden and at the same time reflect life itself, and that's good for the soul. I also tend to write. It's enriching.
I think my story will make for good reading and people would find parts entertaining and interesting; I won't care though, I'll be dead when it's read.
You could publish it... think about it. You never know who it might help.
Definitely sounds like it was a peaceful Saturday. We have been pretty dry lately too. This morning we finally got a bit of rain, but I hope it doesn't stick around too long because we are heading camping this weekend.
Camping in the rain is better than not camping at all...bit it's not usually as much fun as camping when it doesn't rain.
True and true!
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Really weird to see a rainy picture from you. And 18 months without rain, that's long. But nice that you finally got some rain.
I've always admired people who can write and stay focused and keep writing more than an hour. Because that's a long time for me.
Distorted clarity definitely is a thing.