Friday, October 30, 2009
Puddle-Hoppin' in my Raincoat
I just went for a morning walk with my mom and my old/new rain jacket that I finally consented to wear without the hood. (I must be growing up, although the hood would have been absolutely over the top .... I can't see a thing, even without it on.) It was our puddle walk. This is the game. We do it every Friday morning. If it's wet outside, we look for puddles, deep puddles along the curbs, and believe me, there are PLENTY of puddles in Chicago right now. Deep puddles with leaves floating in them. The leaves are the color of my yellow rain jacket. When we see a puddle, mom cries out "DUNKIE! PUDDLE!!!" and into it we both jump and splash one another. Then I stick my nose and face into it to see how deep it is and to see if anything interesting lies below the surface. Mom has rainboots. Then I found something smelly to roll in. My mom said "ha, ha! The joke is on you, Dunk. It's only on your jacket and I can wipe it off." Darn!!! I wish we had a picture of it to share. Bits of black and white peeking out of bright yellow against bright yellowing leaves on the ground. Priceless. You can see the picture of me before I decided that I would tolerate a raincoat as long as I didn't have to wear a hood. I was still a youngster then. But now I LOVE the rain (as long as it doesn't pour buckets or doesn't involve a bath).