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A rainy day, an actual day of all day rain! Good for the environment.

But it’s been a long day. Had to get up early for the handyman to fix the busted pipes, then out to an event. On the way back, I got totally soaked, even with an umbrella. Couldn’t wait to get home and change into dry clothes.

Made plans to go to the botanical gardens this weekend. With this rain shower, there will be flowers.

Also working on my dream journal to track repeating themes and motifs. Recent dreams have repeatedly featured stairs and staircases. I find stairs interesting as a type of liminal space and deliberate stopping or sitting on stairs is a liminal experience.

Thinking about stairs triggered a memory, and then I realized what it was: when I was a child, my favorite poem was “Halfway Down” by A.A. Milne, in his book When We Were Very Young.

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn’t any
Other stair
Quite like
It.

I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up,
And isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in the town.

And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
“It isn’t really
Anywhere!
It’s somewhere else
Instead!”
 

And like the character in the poem, I used to sit on a stair and look out the window and daydream.