Keeping the Typhoon at Bay (Spiritually)
This is our third day of nonstop rain, and what can one say about rain? It's dreary and damp, and the only thing to do is distract oneself from it. Unless one happens to be of the sort that enjoys rain.
The rest of us are stuck doing our best to abey the slow elements by heavy tears, badges of either's woe. Or so depressed we would be if we didn't have recourse to strong coffee and spirits. Here's a little concoction my wife and I enjoyed last evening:
Hot Toddy Variation
- 1 tbsp dark rum
- 2 tsp honey
- 1 tsp lemon juice
- hot water to fill glass
- dash of powdered cloves
Boil a kettle while you listen to the downpour pelting the ground and windowpanes and turning the entire earth to mud. Get some standard-sized drinking glasses. Layer honey, lemon juice, and rum at the bottom of each glass. When the water boils, pour it over the thick mixture in the glass, stir it well, and shake a bit of clove powder into the swirling drink. Drink it slowly, but not so slowly that it cools before you finish it.
A pipe of good aromatic tobacco can also be enjoyed while sipping this toddy and gazing out into the neverending dull, bleak grey. Perhaps put on some music from some part of the world that gets this sort of weather all the time. Soak in a hot bathtub filled with herbs and flower petals. Sit in a rocking chair and knit or read a book. Just make the most of where you are and what you have. A bit of rain is a good thing every now and then.
And just like Jane Siberry sang it, it can't rain all the time.