It’s storming out today, heavy curtains of rain, thunder and lightning, plus a few minutes of hail, for good measure. I arrived at work fairly dry thanks to my huge umbrella, a good raincoat and hiking boots, only to splash the water accumulated in my hood all over myself when I took off my jacket.
This reminded me of my first memory of a book: Thick cardboard pages, a yellow bear, an umbrella. The bear didn’t want to get wet so he kept his umbrella up. And when the sun came out he put his umbrella down. But then he fell in a puddle and got wet anyways.
Secondary thought: What kind of bizarre lesson in futility does this book teach developing minds and which of my many neuroses can I blame on it?