Monday, April 23, 2012

Rainy Days and Hoarding

It was another one of those weekends - grey and nasty, with an undeniable chill in the air. The weather wasn't nearly as tumultuous as last weekend's, but I don't think I saw the sun break through the thick cloud cover even once. Ugh. Once upon a time, growing up in Michigan, I was accustomed to dreary weekends like this. But I've become spoiled living here in SoCal, and have come to set incredibly high standards for my weekend forecast. I expect nothing less than endless sunshine and warm breezes. After all, what's the point of living on the beach if it's too cruddy to take advantage? I want to bask in warmth of the sun and play never-ending games of bocce. Rain does not factor into my plans, so this recent turn of inclement weather is becoming quite depressing, especially considering our days in Newport are becoming numbered.

The only positive aspect to such uninspiring weather (besides fostering more baking) is that it gives us an excuse to cuddle up on the couch, watch old movies, and spend some uninterrupted, lazy time together. With Mouse now gone during the week, our weekends have taken on new meaning. It's the only time we're able to spend together, so we hoard every moment like a junkie does his last stash. Only, our drug is each other, so we do our best to get our fill in the mere 72 hours we're able to share.

In our case, absence really has made the heart grow fonder. (Not that we were un-fond of each other to begin with.) Come Friday, we're beyond excited to reunite. You can hear it in our voices as he calls with traffic updates. Without fail, he always bursts through the door, grinning from ear to ear. Sappy, right? How can I help but allow my heart to melt? This is the stuff chick-flicks are made of, and I eat it up.

So, I guess I can't be too upset with Mother Nature for forcing us indoors. If I had to be stuck inside, I want it to be with Mouse, limbs tangled up in each other, sipping on red wine. It may not have been the weekend we had originally planned, but it definitely sufficed.


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