Seriously, I forgot to add this yesterday, from the local weather website: Enjoy.
OK, time to brag about our weather mettle in Seattle...
The weather hasn't been too out of the ordinary the past week or so -- with mainly gentle rains under cloudy skies. Highs have been a few degrees either side of normal, schools have opened as usual, and the only road closures have been planned well in advance.
But did you know this recent weather would be considered near-record-breaking in some parts of the United States?
With our morning rains Monday, it marked the seventh-consecutive day with measurable rain in Seattle, with Tuesday likely notching No. 8. Did you know that if it rains 8 days in a row in New York, it'd be their fourth-longest rainy streak in their history? Their record is 12, ours is 35.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Seriously
My taxes are done -- seriously -- Thank you Roger
Jeff posted pictures of a seriously big truck on his Facebook page. Awesome.
I thought kids being seriously bored was a modern phenomenon, not so, philosophers mentioned it ages ago.
I hope Mark is seriously over his minor surgery.
Besides Valentine's Day, there are a serious amount of birthdays in February for people I love. Marc, Janice, Scott, Julie and Cathy to name family members. And good friends Karolyn, Mary, Lynn, Sandy and Kathy. Seriously, a lot of love.
I went to the grocery store late Feb 14 and it looked like Valentines Day went to QFC and threw up. There was floral debris every where, and a few gentleman with a panicky look in their eyes having more bouquets made. The day wasn't over yet they still had 3 1/2 hours of the day left. Serious procrastinators.
Has anybody ever heard of bread soup? I heard it mentioned in a movie, seventeenth century France.
My computer from Jean, Jerry and Terry arrived and I am seriously excited. Carol has promised to come over and set it up for me.
I was looking for a Christmas song by Mahalia Jackson on utube, Christmas Comes To Us All Once a Year, and couldn't find it. Ian said out of the millions of songs on utube, only you would want one not available. Seriously.
Now I am looking for a movie that I keep remembering a quote from, and, no, it isn't on the Internet that me or seventeen other people could find. Anybody recall what movie this quote came from: "Don't think about it, don't think about thinking about it, and don't think about think about thinking about it." Yep that's the quote, and for the life of me I can't remember what movie, of course, now I don't remember why I wanted the name of the movie, but I am still on a quest to remember the name. Seriously.
I'm hosting my first ever bring-your-own-dinner son's dinner on Sunday. However I am providing all the stuff for Sunday Son's Dinner sundaes. Can't wait till tomorrow.
I read an article about the rising cost of feet; the bill to Medicare for feet has risen 50% in the last five years. Feet and limbs and other body parts.
A seriously good movie, The Guard.
I read that the philosophers stone of yore referred to the "first matter of all things" centuries ago, and now we have The Big Bang TV show, seriously funny. Have we come a long way baby in discussing the origin of life? Quote: "Once you accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something; wearing stripes with plaid comes easy." No source.
...and a few more good quotes:
The fact that no one understands you doesn't make you an artist.
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Jackson Brown Jr
Seriously, feel the love.
Jeff posted pictures of a seriously big truck on his Facebook page. Awesome.
I thought kids being seriously bored was a modern phenomenon, not so, philosophers mentioned it ages ago.
I hope Mark is seriously over his minor surgery.
Besides Valentine's Day, there are a serious amount of birthdays in February for people I love. Marc, Janice, Scott, Julie and Cathy to name family members. And good friends Karolyn, Mary, Lynn, Sandy and Kathy. Seriously, a lot of love.
I went to the grocery store late Feb 14 and it looked like Valentines Day went to QFC and threw up. There was floral debris every where, and a few gentleman with a panicky look in their eyes having more bouquets made. The day wasn't over yet they still had 3 1/2 hours of the day left. Serious procrastinators.
Has anybody ever heard of bread soup? I heard it mentioned in a movie, seventeenth century France.
My computer from Jean, Jerry and Terry arrived and I am seriously excited. Carol has promised to come over and set it up for me.
I was looking for a Christmas song by Mahalia Jackson on utube, Christmas Comes To Us All Once a Year, and couldn't find it. Ian said out of the millions of songs on utube, only you would want one not available. Seriously.
Now I am looking for a movie that I keep remembering a quote from, and, no, it isn't on the Internet that me or seventeen other people could find. Anybody recall what movie this quote came from: "Don't think about it, don't think about thinking about it, and don't think about think about thinking about it." Yep that's the quote, and for the life of me I can't remember what movie, of course, now I don't remember why I wanted the name of the movie, but I am still on a quest to remember the name. Seriously.
I'm hosting my first ever bring-your-own-dinner son's dinner on Sunday. However I am providing all the stuff for Sunday Son's Dinner sundaes. Can't wait till tomorrow.
I read an article about the rising cost of feet; the bill to Medicare for feet has risen 50% in the last five years. Feet and limbs and other body parts.
A seriously good movie, The Guard.
I read that the philosophers stone of yore referred to the "first matter of all things" centuries ago, and now we have The Big Bang TV show, seriously funny. Have we come a long way baby in discussing the origin of life? Quote: "Once you accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something; wearing stripes with plaid comes easy." No source.
...and a few more good quotes:
The fact that no one understands you doesn't make you an artist.
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Jackson Brown Jr
Seriously, feel the love.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
More Journey Ahead
"No matter where you are in life there is always more journey ahead." Nelson Mandela
I had one of those great 15 minute connections with a total stranger. A conversation of depth and feeling. A person I had never seen before and would never see again touched me in an inarticulate way. We were commenting at first jokingly and then seriously on the beauty we could see from the back door of the downtown office building. It inspired me to look for beautiful things on my twenty-six mile drive home from work. This is what I noticed, besides the snow covered mountains, sunshine, blue sky and green trees, those are givens.
On I-5 matching brilliant red and blue Volkswagens with a white car between them, quite pretty and patriotic looking.
An abundance of American flags gently billowing.
The trees gently moving with the same breezes.
A puppy dog surveying the world from a car's rear window.
A balloon bouquet going someplace.
Smoothness, traffic flowing smoothly.
All those cars with people in them who love someone.
I was trying to imagine all the different kinds of love all those people were carrying.
A shiny clean limousine which put me in mind of love also, a wedding or anniversary.
Something important and probably beautiful.
I stopped at Amanda's to pick up my pizza pan and four of her five children were smiling, playing, laughing in front of her house with the neighborhood children.
Andrew was directing traffic - me.
Olivia was moving mulch from point A to point B.
Victoria was being shy peaking from behind her mother.
Carter was handing me a gold star to "keep."
Balls were flying as loosely as the laughter and all seemed right with the world.
What could be more beautiful?
Lynn posted on her blog a quote about "everything is sacred," a belief I believe, but have trouble holding onto sometimes. If mountains and Amanda's children are sacred -- that's easy, but then so is I-5 and cars and trucks and motorcycles and yard waste -- that's harder.
I drifted on home and was greeted by Ian.
Then Roger had posted the wonderful photographs of Connor on Facebook.
I was planning a bring-your-own-dinner Son's Dinner.
Easy, easy, easy.
Somehow my mind drifted backwards in time. To the first time I wasn't the youngest in a social group and felt old. I lived in Barstow California and must have been all of twenty-one and felt old? A beautiful memory in spite of the feeling old part. I don't want to go back, I don't want to live my life over, I want that Mandala idea of journeying ahead, but the memory was sweet. The memory of the life and family I had then.
I was reading Open by Andre Agassi and in the early pages he talks about his father who when he was a young boxer in Iran wanted to take his opponents hardest punch and show them he was still standing. I have had variations of that feeling for years. I've taken life's hard punches and I am still standing. Still journeying ahead.
Towards the end of the book was this poem: no credit was given.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to see, to find, and not to yield.
No matter where you are in life there is always more journey ahead.
As I was raising my sons I wanted them to know how to sew, cook, and do laundry before they left home. Now Roger can sew better than me. Christian can cook better than me. Ian can do laundry better than me. It has been a journey. I had a nice day today until I was preparing my frozen Marie Callender pie and opened the dishwasher to bake it in.
It's been a journey. And Lordy I'm getting old.
On my playdate with Connor this evening I gave him a piece of imaginary bread. He promptly put the imaginary bread in his mouth and started chewing it. I said well aren't you going to give granny a bite? He opened his mouth and removed a piece of imaginary bread and handed it to me.
Life does go on. More journey ahead.
I had one of those great 15 minute connections with a total stranger. A conversation of depth and feeling. A person I had never seen before and would never see again touched me in an inarticulate way. We were commenting at first jokingly and then seriously on the beauty we could see from the back door of the downtown office building. It inspired me to look for beautiful things on my twenty-six mile drive home from work. This is what I noticed, besides the snow covered mountains, sunshine, blue sky and green trees, those are givens.
On I-5 matching brilliant red and blue Volkswagens with a white car between them, quite pretty and patriotic looking.
An abundance of American flags gently billowing.
The trees gently moving with the same breezes.
A puppy dog surveying the world from a car's rear window.
A balloon bouquet going someplace.
Smoothness, traffic flowing smoothly.
All those cars with people in them who love someone.
I was trying to imagine all the different kinds of love all those people were carrying.
A shiny clean limousine which put me in mind of love also, a wedding or anniversary.
Something important and probably beautiful.
I stopped at Amanda's to pick up my pizza pan and four of her five children were smiling, playing, laughing in front of her house with the neighborhood children.
Andrew was directing traffic - me.
Olivia was moving mulch from point A to point B.
Victoria was being shy peaking from behind her mother.
Carter was handing me a gold star to "keep."
Balls were flying as loosely as the laughter and all seemed right with the world.
What could be more beautiful?
Lynn posted on her blog a quote about "everything is sacred," a belief I believe, but have trouble holding onto sometimes. If mountains and Amanda's children are sacred -- that's easy, but then so is I-5 and cars and trucks and motorcycles and yard waste -- that's harder.
I drifted on home and was greeted by Ian.
Then Roger had posted the wonderful photographs of Connor on Facebook.
I was planning a bring-your-own-dinner Son's Dinner.
Easy, easy, easy.
Somehow my mind drifted backwards in time. To the first time I wasn't the youngest in a social group and felt old. I lived in Barstow California and must have been all of twenty-one and felt old? A beautiful memory in spite of the feeling old part. I don't want to go back, I don't want to live my life over, I want that Mandala idea of journeying ahead, but the memory was sweet. The memory of the life and family I had then.
I was reading Open by Andre Agassi and in the early pages he talks about his father who when he was a young boxer in Iran wanted to take his opponents hardest punch and show them he was still standing. I have had variations of that feeling for years. I've taken life's hard punches and I am still standing. Still journeying ahead.
Towards the end of the book was this poem: no credit was given.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to see, to find, and not to yield.
No matter where you are in life there is always more journey ahead.
As I was raising my sons I wanted them to know how to sew, cook, and do laundry before they left home. Now Roger can sew better than me. Christian can cook better than me. Ian can do laundry better than me. It has been a journey. I had a nice day today until I was preparing my frozen Marie Callender pie and opened the dishwasher to bake it in.
It's been a journey. And Lordy I'm getting old.
On my playdate with Connor this evening I gave him a piece of imaginary bread. He promptly put the imaginary bread in his mouth and started chewing it. I said well aren't you going to give granny a bite? He opened his mouth and removed a piece of imaginary bread and handed it to me.
Life does go on. More journey ahead.
Friday, February 3, 2012
And Another Thing...
When I am crossing the courtyard that serves three downtown high rises, and home to the only Starbucks in a three block radius, with my old lady shuffly gait, I can hear people pick up their pace to pass me by so they can get to the Starbucks first and be ahead of me in line (the line is usually very, very long.) Sometimes, emphasis on sometimes, they will pause and politely hold the door so I may enter after them since their place in line is now assured. One ahead of me. The reverse is true if I am coming down the elevator with several people, the jockeying to get ahead of me as they zero in on Starbucks. Are these the same people who jockey for position on the highway with their cars? It is amusing how many times this happens -- every day -- and thankfully my life is never actually in danger, but I want to tell them I'm not going to Starbucks, I'm heading for the adjacent building entry.
I might start carrying one of these pan-handlers type signs that announces "I Am Not Going To Starbucks!
I do believe that with nine billion people on the planet that you can't expect life to be line free. If you have a right to be some particular place so does everyone else.
And another thing...
Sometimes I feel like I'm floating in some kind of Wassailland place. I don't know exactly what that is but I know it when I'm there. Not exactly sad, not exactly here, not exactly day dreamy, not exactly human. Some kind of a little bit other worldly type place.
Watching humans...
...find something or someone to blame when they make a mistake.
...to rationalize and list all the reasons it wasn't really their fault.
...to watch them heighten their drama over their little life's details.
...like lines, appointments, frustrations, wishes, loves.
...to always voice the negative.
...to be against whatever is voiced.
...to be sure their whatever is better or worse as the case may be.
...to repeat some time worn cliche like it is an original, valid, pertinent thought.
So, before the big snow storm I was listing to a fellow colleague some tasks I had completed the day before. I went to the post office, the grocery store, the library and the gas station. She interrupted with a fierce declaration, "Oh you need to get gas in your car with this storm coming. Never, never, never forget to get gas. You have to have a full tank of gas. If you don't get gas you could be stuck in a storm with out heat. I always get gas before winter storms."
And on and on.
My thought: Didn't I just say I gassed up my car?
Hum, people? Humans?
And another thing...
I saw a store sign Shoes and Feet.
My thought: What kind of feet do they sell?
Oops, there I was being a little bit like a world class aginner.
Humans, huh?
Misery is easy, happiness is work.
I might start carrying one of these pan-handlers type signs that announces "I Am Not Going To Starbucks!
I do believe that with nine billion people on the planet that you can't expect life to be line free. If you have a right to be some particular place so does everyone else.
And another thing...
Sometimes I feel like I'm floating in some kind of Wassailland place. I don't know exactly what that is but I know it when I'm there. Not exactly sad, not exactly here, not exactly day dreamy, not exactly human. Some kind of a little bit other worldly type place.
Watching humans...
...find something or someone to blame when they make a mistake.
...to rationalize and list all the reasons it wasn't really their fault.
...to watch them heighten their drama over their little life's details.
...like lines, appointments, frustrations, wishes, loves.
...to always voice the negative.
...to be against whatever is voiced.
...to be sure their whatever is better or worse as the case may be.
...to repeat some time worn cliche like it is an original, valid, pertinent thought.
So, before the big snow storm I was listing to a fellow colleague some tasks I had completed the day before. I went to the post office, the grocery store, the library and the gas station. She interrupted with a fierce declaration, "Oh you need to get gas in your car with this storm coming. Never, never, never forget to get gas. You have to have a full tank of gas. If you don't get gas you could be stuck in a storm with out heat. I always get gas before winter storms."
And on and on.
My thought: Didn't I just say I gassed up my car?
Hum, people? Humans?
And another thing...
I saw a store sign Shoes and Feet.
My thought: What kind of feet do they sell?
Oops, there I was being a little bit like a world class aginner.
Humans, huh?
Misery is easy, happiness is work.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Great Divides
I thought the movie Beginners was a great movie and The Prince of Persia was silly, but I enjoyed both in a high and low sort of way. Paradise and silliness, great divides, yet connected in a strangely human way.
I read that the etymological root for Paradise is "motherly bread baker." I don't believe it, but I do love the idea of it.
I read that it is more fun to watch a bad cat than it is to watch a good cat. That it is more fun to be a bad cat, metaphorically speaking.
I read about a retired seeing-eye dog once, it was so highly trained that it didn't know how to be silly or to be bad. The new owner longed for her to chase a squirrel or steal a bite of food, to tip over the trash and thoroughly rummage around in it. She claimed it was a delightful day when the dog finally lolled around in her pansy flower bed seeking a bit of sunshine, destroying all the pansies but gaining a bit of wildness, badness.
I read about an old woman who was asked about one particular year in her life. The year she lost a child and went blind. The old woman's response was "that was a bad year."
I can't remember a thing about 1982. What did I do in 1982? I washed socks and peeled onions, this I know, but not because I remember it. I don't remember breathing or bathing or pulling weeds either, but I know I was alive and doing what needed to be done. 1982 -- was it a good year or a bad year?
Paradise and silliness seems uniquely human. And not all things are the truth.
Great divides of philosophy, culture, religion saddens me by degrees. Separateness is a given, but I hate to see it manifest into hatred. Hatred lies like a glacier and yet Paradise lurks under there somewhere.
My life is what it is for reasons not remembered. I have been silly before and I will be silly again. As for Paradise -- I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
Silly or bad sometimes you just have to cross the "do not cross" line into Paradise.
I read that the etymological root for Paradise is "motherly bread baker." I don't believe it, but I do love the idea of it.
I read that it is more fun to watch a bad cat than it is to watch a good cat. That it is more fun to be a bad cat, metaphorically speaking.
I read about a retired seeing-eye dog once, it was so highly trained that it didn't know how to be silly or to be bad. The new owner longed for her to chase a squirrel or steal a bite of food, to tip over the trash and thoroughly rummage around in it. She claimed it was a delightful day when the dog finally lolled around in her pansy flower bed seeking a bit of sunshine, destroying all the pansies but gaining a bit of wildness, badness.
I read about an old woman who was asked about one particular year in her life. The year she lost a child and went blind. The old woman's response was "that was a bad year."
I can't remember a thing about 1982. What did I do in 1982? I washed socks and peeled onions, this I know, but not because I remember it. I don't remember breathing or bathing or pulling weeds either, but I know I was alive and doing what needed to be done. 1982 -- was it a good year or a bad year?
Paradise and silliness seems uniquely human. And not all things are the truth.
Great divides of philosophy, culture, religion saddens me by degrees. Separateness is a given, but I hate to see it manifest into hatred. Hatred lies like a glacier and yet Paradise lurks under there somewhere.
My life is what it is for reasons not remembered. I have been silly before and I will be silly again. As for Paradise -- I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
Silly or bad sometimes you just have to cross the "do not cross" line into Paradise.
Monday, January 23, 2012
I Was Happy to Hear the Drip Drip Drip
I was happy to hear the drip, drip, drip of melting snow. The snow started at about 2 pm Tuesday afternoon when I parked my car. The snow piled up and piled up and piled up all night Tuesday and all day Wednesday, Thursday and most of Friday morning until about 2 pm Friday afternoon when warmer weather and rain washed that snow right away. It was practically all melted by 4 am Saturday morn when I left for work. Oh life is good.
Sad to say my life was pretty much the same snowed in as it would have been not snowed in. I live such a tiny life.
I read 1400 pages on my snow hiatus. By the way who recommended the book The Zookeeper's Wife: A War Story? Who ever you were, thank you.
Now I'm dreaming of:
A long slow drive across the state with Lynn.
A visit to to Flathead Lake in Montana for a slap happy trip with Mary.
A trip to the the bottom of the Grand Canyon for an adventure with Carol.
Rediscovering my creative groove. I seemed to have misplaced it.
A glimpse of a yellow daffodil like Julia posted on her Facebook page.
To make it to The Crystal Bridges American Art Museum.
To see Mr and Mrs Carrillo once more since they are getting on in years, 90 and 96 years old.
To go to Amanda's pie party with pie in hand -- check -- did that.
A play weekend with Connor at Kayak Point's yurt village.
Sorting photographs for a special project.
A little sunshine.
Picking up my reading pace,
Slowing down the pace of life passing by.
Hummingbirds.
Birds flying North.
Completing some overdue thank you gifts.
SIFF the Seattle International Film Festival.
A new movie by a local headlined at the SIFF; My Sister's Sister.
New movies, good movies, good books.
Lunch, dinner or coffee with friends.
A Son's Dinner sometime in February.
Janice's birthday.
A party for Janice's birthday.
An invitation to everyone to come to Seattle for a Janice's birthday party.
Janice can come also.
I'm not dreaming of space travel, dieting, football, a prince charming, surgery, or fungus on my toes.
Song snippet: "I'm not trying to tell you how to do it, I'm only saying put some thought into it." The name of the song is Be What You Are by the Staples Singers from the movie City Island.
A random word search on Google for "awash" turned up a city in Ethiopia, a river in Ethiopia and lots of Awash restaurants all over America including Seattle. Who knew?
May your day be awash in good books, good movies, good food, good songs, good dreaming, and a dearth of snow.
Sad to say my life was pretty much the same snowed in as it would have been not snowed in. I live such a tiny life.
I read 1400 pages on my snow hiatus. By the way who recommended the book The Zookeeper's Wife: A War Story? Who ever you were, thank you.
Now I'm dreaming of:
A long slow drive across the state with Lynn.
A visit to to Flathead Lake in Montana for a slap happy trip with Mary.
A trip to the the bottom of the Grand Canyon for an adventure with Carol.
Rediscovering my creative groove. I seemed to have misplaced it.
A glimpse of a yellow daffodil like Julia posted on her Facebook page.
To make it to The Crystal Bridges American Art Museum.
To see Mr and Mrs Carrillo once more since they are getting on in years, 90 and 96 years old.
To go to Amanda's pie party with pie in hand -- check -- did that.
A play weekend with Connor at Kayak Point's yurt village.
Sorting photographs for a special project.
A little sunshine.
Picking up my reading pace,
Slowing down the pace of life passing by.
Hummingbirds.
Birds flying North.
Completing some overdue thank you gifts.
SIFF the Seattle International Film Festival.
A new movie by a local headlined at the SIFF; My Sister's Sister.
New movies, good movies, good books.
Lunch, dinner or coffee with friends.
A Son's Dinner sometime in February.
Janice's birthday.
A party for Janice's birthday.
An invitation to everyone to come to Seattle for a Janice's birthday party.
Janice can come also.
I'm not dreaming of space travel, dieting, football, a prince charming, surgery, or fungus on my toes.
Song snippet: "I'm not trying to tell you how to do it, I'm only saying put some thought into it." The name of the song is Be What You Are by the Staples Singers from the movie City Island.
A random word search on Google for "awash" turned up a city in Ethiopia, a river in Ethiopia and lots of Awash restaurants all over America including Seattle. Who knew?
May your day be awash in good books, good movies, good food, good songs, good dreaming, and a dearth of snow.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
All I Know is What I Read: part II
Want some snow?
I just read that the Cascades are getting 80 inches of new snow.
Eighty inches!
I can't even imagine it.
We have had 3-5 inches here in Mukilteo and more falling as I type: Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, everything is white, slow moving or not moving at all. My bridge is clear thanks to old Bob upstairs, he does a great job. Ian will also do it, but he hasn't come home for several days. It's easier to stay downtown with friends then travel North to snowy Mukilteo. Yesterday while Mukilteo was turning into a winter wonderland Seattle was unscathed. Different story today.
I know 3 - 5 inches isn't even a sneeze in Minnesota, Alaska, or up state New York, but it got my attention.
I'm getting too old to have the anxiety of weather watching. Yesterday as I sat in my downtown cube it was rainy, it was snowy, it was sunshiny, it was wet, it was dry, traffic moved fast, traffic moved slow. Me, trying to take care of customers while all the time thinking "eeek, I have to drive home." I went in to work an hour early to help out and it was wet, I came home at 3:30 and it was wet - but the farther north I drove the lower the skies, the whiter the air, the more accumulations around and the whispery snow was falling. I slid up the last bit of 76th street and into my condo parking lot hidden under six inches of snow and parked under my sweet carport -- home safe at last. What a sweet sweet feeling to know I didn't need to move again until Saturday morning when back to work I go.
Then Ian called and said, "The news advised to move your car out from under carports due to the wet heavy snow. They can collapse."
So here I am, snug with electricity, fresh baked blueberry muffins, a nice yarn of a book to read, a movie or two for watching and thinking of you instead of snow.
May your day be snug, fresh, and nice with a thing or two to entertain you.
I just read that the Cascades are getting 80 inches of new snow.
Eighty inches!
I can't even imagine it.
We have had 3-5 inches here in Mukilteo and more falling as I type: Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, everything is white, slow moving or not moving at all. My bridge is clear thanks to old Bob upstairs, he does a great job. Ian will also do it, but he hasn't come home for several days. It's easier to stay downtown with friends then travel North to snowy Mukilteo. Yesterday while Mukilteo was turning into a winter wonderland Seattle was unscathed. Different story today.
I know 3 - 5 inches isn't even a sneeze in Minnesota, Alaska, or up state New York, but it got my attention.
I'm getting too old to have the anxiety of weather watching. Yesterday as I sat in my downtown cube it was rainy, it was snowy, it was sunshiny, it was wet, it was dry, traffic moved fast, traffic moved slow. Me, trying to take care of customers while all the time thinking "eeek, I have to drive home." I went in to work an hour early to help out and it was wet, I came home at 3:30 and it was wet - but the farther north I drove the lower the skies, the whiter the air, the more accumulations around and the whispery snow was falling. I slid up the last bit of 76th street and into my condo parking lot hidden under six inches of snow and parked under my sweet carport -- home safe at last. What a sweet sweet feeling to know I didn't need to move again until Saturday morning when back to work I go.
Then Ian called and said, "The news advised to move your car out from under carports due to the wet heavy snow. They can collapse."
So here I am, snug with electricity, fresh baked blueberry muffins, a nice yarn of a book to read, a movie or two for watching and thinking of you instead of snow.
May your day be snug, fresh, and nice with a thing or two to entertain you.
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