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A Rainy Day Project

A Rainy Day Project

A Rainy Day Project

STORY BY Dr. John C. Blythe
PHOTOGRAPHY BY Illustration by John Denney

A Rainy Day Project

STORY BY Dr. John C. Blythe
PHOTOGRAPHY BY Illustration by John Denney

A Rainy Day Project

STORY BY Dr. John C. Blythe
PHOTOGRAPHY BY Illustration by John Denney
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It was half past noon and the day was sad and gray like the underside of a bat’s wing. The drizzling sky stretched unending from horizon to horizon and made everything shadowless. The incessant rain saturated the earth, and water ran down the empty limbs and onto the trunk of the big oak, oozing into the ground and disappearing mysteriously into the leaves. It was good weather for sleeping or reading a book, and it was good weather for staying inside. I was bored. I checked the weather a dozen times, tracing the stream of clouds on the Doppler radar. It would rain all day. Drat!

“You pine worse than a child about the weather and being cooped inside,” my bride admonished. “Just look at you, standing there all forlorn and miserable, staring out the window like your heart is going to break. And you’ve got the dog looking the same way. Old as you are, it seems you would just relax and do some of the things you’re always saying you don’t get around to doing for lack of time. Just go to your study and straighten your desk and quit whimpering like a child.” The lady of the house seldom demands things of me, especially three at a time.

“You are right, loved one,” I acknowledged and sauntered off to the inner sanctum with the setter at my heels, her head hanging disappointedly as if I could have stopped the rain. So what am I going to do with this cracked turkey call I’ve had for years? I mused, turning it over to read the date penciled on the bottom: 3/14/85.

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A Rainy Day Project

It was half past noon and the day was sad and gray like the underside of a bat’s wing. The drizzling sky stretched unending from horizon to horizon and made everything shadowless. The incessant rain saturated the earth, and water ran down the empty limbs and onto the trunk of the big oak, oozing into the ground and disappearing mysteriously into the leaves. It was good weather for sleeping or reading a book, and it was good weather for staying inside. I was bored. I checked the weather a dozen times, tracing the stream of clouds on the Doppler radar. It would rain all day. Drat!

“You pine worse than a child about the weather and being cooped inside,” my bride admonished. “Just look at you, standing there all forlorn and miserable, staring out the window like your heart is going to break. And you’ve got the dog looking the same way. Old as you are, it seems you would just relax and do some of the things you’re always saying you don’t get around to doing for lack of time. Just go to your study and straighten your desk and quit whimpering like a child.” The lady of the house seldom demands things of me, especially three at a time.

“You are right, loved one,” I acknowledged and sauntered off to the inner sanctum with the setter at my heels, her head hanging disappointedly as if I could have stopped the rain. So what am I going to do with this cracked turkey call I’ve had for years? I mused, turning it over to read the date penciled on the bottom: 3/14/85.

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