"Was you ever bit by a dead bee?" Eddie the Rummy to Harry Morgan in "To Have and Have Not"

Ordinarily, this many days of rain during a vacation week would have eaten at me and made me quite unreasonably resentful. In the past, I would have regarded this as an affront by the cosmic powers to MY special time and how DARE they? But, this week and in the past several years, I've just let go of that special irrationality. Oh, I still have plenty cluttering my emotional landscape, but I think I'm getting better.

One thing another rainy morning affords is the chance to ponder. Ponder enough and you realize soon that, while you may make connections and observations and have insights, absolute answers will almost always evade. It makes reading the rants of those convinced of their immutably unassailable correctness a little easier. I can even giggle sometimes. It's not that they are 'wrong', per se. Opinions are opinions. The giggle arises when I recognize my old self in them.

It's funny to think that I once held shouting matches with inanimate things. It's hysterical to recall sulking and pouting so as to make a guilty remorse come upon a series of rain clouds. It's smilingly amusing to think of how I held grudges against soggy turf on a golf course.

I've been reading alot about karma recently. It's got so many things that generate it. At the root of it's creation is intention. Only volitional acts generate karma. I think today, as I have many times this week, I will laugh. Loudly. Often. Hard. When that karma comes back to me it should feel even better, don't you think?