A. Appreciate the rain. Other people have so much more or less of it than they need. Just appreciate yours.
B. Remember to use I-statements when expressing your discomfort with someone else.
- Example: “I feel angry because you ate all the pie, dude!”
- Example: “I feel happy because I scored three goals on that group of children, which means I win.”
- Example: “When you poke me in the side, I feel tickled.”
- And so on.
C. Consider the consequences of your actions.
- Like if you eat too many blueberries and spinach, it might give you the runs.
- Or if you get into the shower with your glasses on, they might get wet.
D. Re-use zip-lock bags.
E. There can never be too many raspberries or blueberries, despite what I said earlier.
F. Trust yourself.
Tapping cold rain falls
light on the tin roof
tapping and scattering.
Glass beads in a glass bowl.
Fat drops hurl through
sink heavily into
children hurl bodies into
sink heavily through
ricochets sharp enough
to remind of scarring
maybe on another day.
Yesterday, I thought of rain.
Yesterday I made a two-hour trek with my super awesome academic mum and a van full of fellow cross country fanatics to the exciting tourist destination called Falkirk, home to the extremely exciting Falkirk Wheel, which happens to be the only rotating boat lift in the world. Seriously.
Being the serious runners that we are, we did not manage to visit the magnificent wheel, although we did see (up-close) a number of signs directing us to it. And that was cool. Although the reason we saw a number of these signs is actually because we took the wrong exit in approaching the race, and were therefore required to wind our way through Falkirk in a traffic lineup that made me miss Atlanta. And that was less cool.
It was especially less cool because we arrived at precisely 1:30, which was also the time when the women’s race began and therefore it was also the time when we missed the women’s race. I am a woman and unfortunately did not bring my boy disguise yesterday and so I could only watch when my six male teammates made their way to the starting line.
My mum and Ruth and I went on a pathetic little jog — pathetic in part because I thought I would die halfway through — and then I ate chips and felt gross.
We also had a conversation about why Scottish cross country is always muddy. My mum said she thought it was because it’s more challenging that way. But I still don’t understand why that would be a goal. I mean, if you’re running an 8k, you’re running an 8k; is it cooler if you do it on the muddiest course or the most pristine trail? And don’t the sudden steep downhill stretches (there was one of these right before the finish line) that are so thick with mud that only a black goo remains where there used to be grass and the black goo makes headway up to your knees — don’t those seem like a trap for the clumsy or injury prone? Just lying in wait, preceding that final straightaway, which you glimpsed as you approached the descent? You think you’re safe and then splooch, you have sunk in. Your shoes will never be sexy and orange again.
My mum didn’t really have an answer to my rather dramatic appeal on behalf of the clumsy. But I’m pretty sure the mud is a plot against flailers and wobblers alike.
What I’m really trying to say here is that the St. Andrews cross country boys braved a seriously muddy course. And I didn’t, but if I could have, I would have, and I also probably would have fallen down. So. Rock on.
“Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free.” L. Cohen.
Drinking water as though it were sunlight
she wonders if she will feel brighter soon.
Watching the sun dropping as though it were rain
she paints streaks of purple to stain the sky.
Precipitate, v.: To throw (a person) suddenly or violently into a particular state or condition, esp. an undesirable one. As in; this love precipitated over tea and eggs sunny-side-up, not the way I like them. To cast down; to throw over a precipice. As in: I will precipitate you into that river if you try to get away. To fall headlong, to plunge; to descend steeply or vertically. As in: Precipitating is easier than ascending, especially when all temptation lies in dropping down. To cause to happen quickly, unexpectedly. As in: He arrived in a green car, and late, which precipitated the fight with my mother. To move, act, or proceed with excessive haste. As in: Because she precipitates, she slapped me then. To fall or be deposited as condensed water vapor. As in: Rain and blood together precipitated onto the sidewalk. To cause a substance to be deposited in solid form from a liquid, by chemical action. As in: Rain poured over me and I imagined it precipitating to steel as it pooled.
In the subject line, I wrote
rain that should have at least ten different names for all the ways that it falls
and I suppose it was an email about rain
but maybe not exactly about droplets of water
falling from a literal sky.
I think it had more to do
with precipitation, with the act of falling – in love,
or from clouds, or onto the ground – and with the dramatics
of precipitation, the speedy chemical reactions, loud
thunder claps and sudden pounding.
A) Bring a raincoat to Scotland. (Maybe also an umbrella.)
B) Consider coming up with the best nickname you can imagine, and then multiply it by ten.
- Because that is what Truck is.
- It is the most useful and versatile. (The following is a list of examples compiled by Robbie.)
i. Parties = Monster Truck Rallies
ii. Being driven home = Towing the Truck
iii. Being unable to drive home = Having 4 Flat Tires
iv. His Bedroom = the Garage
v. Hitting on girls = Revving the Engine
C) Write at least one love letter in your life.
D) When traveling across many time zones over a series of flights, never eat cheese tortellini and always heed your mother’s advice.
- For example, bring plenty of cash.
- For another example, sleep in the preceding days.
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