In Which We Dream of Electric Sheep

This blog is making me realize just how often it rains in North Carolina. Mother Nature keeps this up and she'll have to go from guest appearances to main cast for the inevitable screen retelling of this blog. Hollywood, if you see this, I want an older Ellen Page to be Mother Nature; she reminds me of rain. There's something about her that always feels somber, I can't put my finger on what it is.

Rain meant more VR with Beat Saber. I got the Switch set up so I can do Just Dance for some variety if I'm stuck inside again in the near future. I am looking forward to finally going outside tomorrow. Still, there is something calming and bittersweet about rain. Rain makes me sad, but in a way that feels cleansing. Like you can cry as you want and it will all be washed away, forgotten. Very therapeutic, rain.

Rain also brings me happiness. I remember getting into swimsuits as a kid and darting out into the rain from the carport. We would dance around and laugh until the thunder and lightning became intimidating enough to scare us back inside. My childhood was far from perfect, but I'm glad we have those moments where we came together as siblings and celebrated life for a moment. Dancing in the rain in springtime, jumping on the trampoline in fall and winter, doing watercolors while mom and dad were away. I dwell too much on the unhappy moments we had together as siblings. The same goes for my parents. I do not reflect often enough on good memories. Laying in bed as dad made up bedtime stories about pigs and firetrucks. I don't remember what the third thing was that time- dad let us choose three things to make into a story. I remember going to the Farmer's Market with mom to choose apples to make into applesauce. Granny Smiths were my favorite, though I didn't know them by that name then. I just knew the green ones with white spots were the best; the more spots, the better. Making playdough at home with mother. Why is it so easy to remember the bad times and not the good ones? What is it about getting older that makes us so bitter?

Well, here's to making more happy memories, and may they be well-remembered. Life is about making things better, is it not?