November Rain - Jefferson Aeroplane Days
I’ve been at a loss for hub subjects lately, mostly because I have of late been escaping into the world of fiction. But receiving an overload of emails from my hubber fan clubs has inspired to keep at it. So here’s a rambling sort of hub, about nothing in particular.
It’s been a long hot summer. During August and September, I kept thinking October October October, the month of cool breezes (and few tourists). But when October came, the heat stayed. Days of sauna-air and headachey humidity filled up the month.
November finally came, and with it the rain. It rains in Hawaii year-round (how else could it be so green and beautiful?), but the unofficial rainy season is from late fall to early spring. We had a long rainy season last year, the gray days lasting so long that we looked eagerly for the sunshine. Our patience was rewarded with a lengthy summer season and lots of sunshine. But November (I love you, you know, November), though still young, has so far proven a pleasant month of rain and trade winds from the north-east. I love the rain. Enough said.
I spent most of the morning at my computer, reading hubs, responding to emails, doing the whole network thing. Talk about social networking: facebook, goodreads, stumbleupon, eBay, hubpages...Let’s just say I get overwhelmed if I spend too much time staring at a computer screen. When I step away, it’s hard to concentrate on the tangible things around me, hard to focus on the scenery out the window.
So at lunchtime I found myself munching my Special K cereal (no, I’m not on a diet, I just like eating cereal for lunch), staring out the window, and humming “Jefferson Aeroplane” (the song by Relient K). I don’t know why, but that song likes to pop up and define my life every now and again. I have lots of Jefferson Aeroplane days. Out my window, I can see the rain before it arrives. It looks like a white wall of mist that surges up the valley, empties itself on my house, and disappears. Wall after wall of rain blow in from the sea, blue white blue.
I needed to get out. The computer screen had not only impaired my vision, but it also had made me feel anxious and hurried when I had nothing to hurry for. So I decided to walk to the library to pick up a long-awaited book. In Hawaii, when your library doesn’t have a book you want (and if you like English literature from the 1800s, it’s likely), the book gets shipped from a different island. I think they put library books on the slow boat, because it always takes so long to arrive. Anyways, I got a card in the mail stating that my book had arrived.
The rain was coming down hard, convincing me I needed an umbrella. Somehow, I have never really learned the art of the umbrella. I nearly impaled myself with one today, just trying to get it open. I would much rather walk in the rain without one; I don’t like being hidden from the sky. But unfortunately, the library probably has some rules about taking books out in the rain, something about getting them wet.
So I threw on a sweater and walked. It was perfect Nicholas Nickleby weather. You can read a book like that in rainy weather like this, and not feel guilty about the sunshine. The umbrella didn’t work very well, or maybe I didn’t know how to make it work well, because only my head remained completely dry. And it was cold. I haven’t felt cold in a long time, so I welcomed the feeling. I made it to the library, received the book (which smells like the magic trick kit I had when I was a kid, and looks like the last reader was too excited over his tomato soup, if anyone cares), and stepped back outside...my library is too stuffy for actual reading. The rain had stopped and I was able to walk home before the next wet wall collapsed.
Now that I’m dried off, I’m typing this, and I need to be reading my new book! And I don’t need magic feathers to do so.