When it rains…

So my wife and I were discussing what to do today and I was being my general reclusive self. Spinning tales about how we have all the things right here at home that we would have going somewhere else (like the beach or camping or the movies etc) and she was laughing at my imagination while bemoaning that she thinks I am a few inches away from being an agoraphobic. So I agree to go out shopping…

As we head over the bridge across the St. John’s river there is massive traffic and we slow to 5 miles per hours. She looks at me with this expression like “why today” I just smiled.

She decides to take the first exit off the bridge rather than keep going to the slowed pace. We run into a road blocked off for a street fair and she has to navigate around it with very crowded residential streets and stop signs everywere. By this time I’m laughing at the situation and she is mumbling about never being able to get me out of the house again.

Then we have to stop for a train. She’s shaking her head and I’m thinking that I haven’t had this much fun in a while!

We get to the store and find almost nothing we want to spend money on..that in and of itself is unsuual for us. And as we start to check out with our paltry purchases we look up and its storming outside. Reallying coming down. It occured to me that the rain was a metaphor for the day. It didn’t just drizzle complications in traveling away from the comfort of our home it poured in sheets.

Even so it was fun and my wife’s mostly feigned distress over the prospect of me becoming a hermit was even more fun.

Jerry Sutton

I am, at heart, a software developer though I am currently managing a small Information Technology department for a mid sized company located in my hometown of Jacksonville, FL. When I am not playing with the latest smart-phone or trying to become inspired to write code I read almost anything I can get my hands on from Pulp Era adventures to biographies of world leaders and everything in between.

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