Day 314. Rain, Rain …

Yesterday was beautiful here.  Sunny.  Warm.  Just lovely.  But this morning, as I sit here writing, it’s back to what is fast becoming usual for this summer.  It’s dark.  porchGrey.  Overcast.  Foggy.  Somewhat humid.  And raining.

It’s not a surprise.  It was in the forecast.  But I was hoping they’d be wrong.  That I’d wake up to sunny skies.  Didn’t happen.  Funny how, when the weather’s supposed to be bad, they’re always right.  It’s only when we’re promised a nice day, it turns out they’ve made a mistake.

In an effort to get myself out of the rainy day doldrums, I’ve decided to find something positive about the rain.  Which was the subject, ironically enough, of yesterday’s WordPress Daily Prompt:  “Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof … describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.”

Can’t get much more positive than that, don’t you think?

So what’s mine?  Do I have one?   Let me think about it for a minute.  My perfect, rainy afternoon.   Continue reading

Day 7. Thought Association

Have you ever played the Word Association game?  You know the one I mean.  I’m sure your parents played it with you and/or your siblings on long, boring road trips.  Basically it’s about exchanging words that are associated together.  Here’s an example:  Let’s say someone says “Dog”.  The next person might then say, “Cat”.  And the next person might say, “Fur”.  And on and on it goes.

Well, I think I’ve inadvertently come up with a new twist on this old classic:  Thought Association.  It happened, quite unintentionally, while I was watching the Olympics, specifically the Jamaican sprinters.

  • The Jamaican team made me think of jerk chicken.  What can I say?  I like spicy food and West Indian cooking, in particular.
  • This made me think of scotch bonnet peppers, which should come with a warning.  The deadliest of the deadly, even a small bite can set you ablaze.
  • This made me think of Michael, a Trinidadian art director who used to work for me.  Whenever he went home for a visit he always returned with a bottle of his mother’s delicious but lethal hot sauce for me.
  • This made me think of a Bajan I once knew, who invited me to one of his parties.  He hadn’t told me, as he kept topping up my drink, that I was slugging back over-proof rum.  Instead of getting loaded, I got tired.  I happened to be in the one and only bathroom in his house when the need to lay down hit me like a ton Continue reading