At some stage in life we need to take a chance. OK, I will admit I was a shy child, and not that outgoing until my mature years when I moved to another country ... perhaps it was then that the expectations others had of me dissipated?
Moving from New Zealand to Australia was probably an exercise in taking a chance.
This morning I took another chance! The weather forecast was for showers and/or rain, though with meteorology speak one is left wondering the difference. A habit I cannot throw away is the need to wash clothes on a Monday ... change the bed [though if I were a rich person I would employ a maid to change the bed each day, wash the sheets and hang them over lavender bushes to dry ... I am not rich, so once a week has to suffice], and wash any item of clothing or towels that dared look slightly needy.
I peered at the sky as daylight broke. The signs were not good, but the dark clouds seemed high.
Greatly daring [!!!] I took a chance. Only last week a new purchase was undertaken ... a washing machine to replace the elderly model that needed a lot of hand assistance. In all honesty I have only used it once, and really needed to test its efficiency with sheets.
Washing on the line we headed into town as there were parcels to post, mail to collect, and the newspaper and milk to purchase.
Oh dear! On the outskirts of town huge plops of water splattered on the windscreen. The umbrella was at home, and more importantly, the washing was still on the line. Please do not let the rain parade on my washing!! When coming out of the Post Office the heavens opened; rain poured down like a housewife straining the potatoes.
In a small town everyone is friendly and the one topic of conversation appeared to be, "I have washing on the line!"
There is nothing that I could do. We headed home. The road was wet, trickles of water running like syrup over a piece of sponge showed just how much rain had come down. Then, less than half a kilometer from home the road showed dry ... no rain had fallen. We were protected by the hills.
Maybe my chance shouldn't have been taken, but at least the washing is in ... tomorrow will be an ironing morning. And yes, the washing machine coped well, as it should.