Last Wednesday afternoon, during a break in an
all-day meeting, I looked out a window to discover it was pissing down rain outside.
Ordinarily that wouldn’t bother me, but I’d walked to work that day and hadn’t
yet got round to putting a folding umbrella in my tote bag.
Throughout the afternoon it showed no signs of
abating, so I was not looking forward to the walk home. But sometime after
1700, when the meeting broke up, the skies had cleared and it was dry (except
for puddles) on the way home.
I made sure that the umbrella went into the bag
that evening, because if I don’t do a thing in the moment, I’ll forget about it
and find myself in a Groundhog Day of repeated mistakes.
Well, I was grateful for that yesterday, because
sometime in the afternoon grey skies turned to rainy skies, and it was still
coming down by the time I pulled the plug on the day.
But I had my umbrella, so all was well. Except
for the puddles.
P.S. Interestingly, the tree that
blew down across the path last Thursday is still there. Neither Fairfax
County, Reston Association nor Boston Properties (whoever’s responsible for
that area) has bothered to clear it. Huh.
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