How’s that for timing?
Let me tell you, this afternoon, I was so ready to go on a rampage. The day was winding up to be spectacularly crappy, and I was out for blood. I mean, not only was I told not to come into work on a day when I actually WANTED to come into work, but I’d slept badly, started the day off with a fight and then finally crawled out of bed to be informed that my mom’s chemo isn’t working. Again. So we have to come up with a new plan. Again. And said new plan is going to involve much stronger treatment and most likely a return of the side effects she was trying so hard to get rid of in the first place.
So I was all, “Okay, ha ha, fates. I get it. I am equipped to handle troublesome things while still enjoying the little things in life, etcetera, etcetera, inspirational quote.” But the bulk of this whole year has been troublesome things. We were supposed to have just gotten PAST some of those. I mean, I acknowledge that life can’t be ideal all the time, but is it really so unreasonable to request more than one week of semi-normalness?
Anyway. I looked outside, and noticed some perfectly ominous clouds, and concluded a furious stomp through pouring rain was exactly what I needed. Except by the time I got out there, and by the time I’d hoofed far enough and fast enough up the hill to justify my already surging heart rate, instead of torrential downpour, I got this:
You can’t really tell, but there were actually two rainbows there, both complete, one right on top of the other. And all around me people were looking up from whatever they’d been doing and stopping and smiling and pointing, and it started getting sunnier and sunnier, and damn it, I was trying my absolute hardest but just couldn’t keep my mood down. I even tried getting mad that I couldn’t even stay mad when I wanted to, but THAT didn’t work.
I mean, sure, two rainbows aren’t going to solve all my problems, but they got me smiling and probably saved any kittens in my immediate vicinity from getting kicked. I’ll talke what I can get.
