Our Relationship With the Weather, The Seventeenth Week of the Second year in the new Abnormal

Janet Zinn
3 min readApr 30, 2023

Growing up we wore rubbers or rubber boots, gently stretching them until they covered our shoes. It was a hassle taking them on and off. But to keep our leather saddle shoes somewhat dry, we sported rubbers over our two-toned oxfords. These days my low rubber boots are the only shoes I need when it’s wet outside. They keep the water from soaking my socks and allow me to walk about in the rain.

It’s been a rare occurrence that we’ve had two rainy days on a weekend. This weekend we’re soggy and a bit chilly. Lucy, our dog, isn’t inclined to go out, and neither am I. I danced in our living room for a while moving to international music, happy to be in the flow, not so happy to feel the aches of muscles waking up after being dormant. Weekends usually mean at least one long walk. Sometimes it’s a great time to walk when it’s raining. The sidewalks are less crowded. Everyone wants to stay inside.

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Janet Zinn

NYC Psychotherapist, writer, wife, mother, & more...