Rainy Days and Mondays...

It's a grey, wet, autumn Monday. Bama lost the Iron Bowl, Thanksgiving is over, and we're back at work. Still, I find myself in a good mood.

These are the days I liked, as a kid. When I was very small, I was able to get away with a lot more on rainy days. Things that would have gotten me into trouble, normally, were allowed to pass without much ado. Rainy days opened up the door for more activities in-doors. That was always fun.

When I got a little older, I'd go out to the creek. The water would be swift, the dam would be flowing from the lake, and I could hide under the waterfall, staying relatively dry while being surrounded by water.

I also built a tree-house in the woods near the creek. It had some old Venetian blinds as the walls; old boards made the floor and ceiling. It would remain relatively dry in the rain. The main risk was climbing the wet board-ladder. I wound up flat on my back more than once, as I recall.

I suppose a kid can have fun no matter what the weather. I'm just glad I have those memories to give me a smile when the day seems grey.