Weekend Rain

There’s a ton of heavy stuff going down in our country right now. I don’t want to make light of any of it. But I’m writing my life, and in my life right now my house has no gutters on a weekend of continuous heavy rain.

No Gutters 1
Rain pours off the roof onto the front step. Better come through the back.
No Gutters 2
Rain pours off the roof and through the shade sail to splash on the table and the back deck. Better come in through the front porch.

Tuesday through Friday last week showcased the best of Washington weather: Temperatures in the 70s, light breezes, sunshine, glittering mountains. Then Saturday morning, BAM! Literally — we were out for our daily family walk when thunder and lightning started up, followed by rain that hasn’t let up yet. Continue Reading >>

A Few Stories

Believe it or not, life has been happening beyond our fireplace project. Here are some things we’ve been up to lately.

Playing in the tube maze at Nana's house.


At the park with Harper doggie (oh, and, incidentally owner Christy) this weekend, Harper took his first Ride down a slide, and I managed to get a couple pictures.



It’s been warm, but rainy lately. Benji and I go outside anyway, and he’s started “helping” worms find dirt when they’re out wiggling around. I heard that sunlight paralyzes worms, but can’t confirm that from observation due to lack of sunshine. However, I can confirm that toddlers squeezing worms seems to have a somewhat paralytic effect, which may or may not wear off if the worm survives the trauma.




And, a while ago, we drew handprints on the wall inside the fireplace. Once it’s tiled we’ll never see them again, but it made the project feel a little more ours.


Finally, a story about being two. Over the weekend, we had dinner at my parent’s house with some family (my phone first offered faculty, an amusing slip because Mom knows them from teaching) friends of theirs. The friends brought a delicious lemon meringue pie, and as soon as Benji saw it, he started asking for pie. All through the dinner prep – pie. Eating dinner – pie. Waiting for everyone else to finish dinner – pie. He really, really wanted pie, and probably waited an hour or more for it, a very long time for a little kid.

Finally, it was time for pie! Mom cut him the first slice, he eagerly reached for it… And suddenly his expression dropped and he burst into tears. Through the storm of weeping, he made us understand that this wasn’t apple pie, and he had all along been expecting apple pie. Oh, the disappointment! The tears! Mom have him some strawberry slices, which sort of placated him, but we won’t soon forget the tragedy of the lemon meringue pie. (I should add that it was excellent lemon meringue pie, with a crumbly, light crust, fluffy sweet meringue, and tart, smooth lemon custard. Yum.)

In which I, too, talk about the weather

Day’s Verse:
…all the underground springs erupted and all the windows of Heaven were thrown open. Rain poured for forty days and forty nights.
Genesis 7:12

Here’s the view out our bedroom window this morning.
2011-07-21 Weather
I’m not trying to jump on the “whining about Seattle’s pathetic summer weather” bandwagon because I’ve been riding that wagon in person for a while already now, if not on this blog. You can’t tell, but there are rain drops on the window. Frankly, it’s depressing. We don’t get much nice weather around here anyway, and all winter we console ourselves: “Yes, we’ve got 9 months of heavy overcast, minimal daylight, and frequent rain. But the summer makes up for it by being so pretty!”

Sadly, our hopes this summer have been deeply disappointed. We’ll get a day, or half a day, of summer-like weather — clouds, yes, but some blue sky, and temperatures in the mid-60s to mid-70s — but by the next day, it’s faded back to low 60s and drizzling. At first we thought, “Oh, this will pass and we’ll get some nice summery weather soon.” But as the weeks drag on with no change in sight, people are starting to get a little desperate. Last weekend we postponed our bike ride from Saturday to Sunday in the hopes of nicer weather, and instead got colder, rainier weather.

A KOMO news meteorologist wrote a blog post titled Seattle: Home of the 78-minute summer, and people went nuts talking about it. The Seattle Times even reported on the response to that post, it drew so much buzz. A week ago, Cliff Mass wrote a blog post titled This is getting bizarre, then followed it up with another post titled Why do we suffer? It’s not a good sign when meteorologists are at a loss to explain our pathetic weather. They are even having a hard time predicting what’s coming — many days will call for rain, and we’ll get a bit of sun; but then, too, days listed confidently as partly sunny turn out to be 60° and heavy drizzle.

I’m having a hard time believing that people in the midwest and on the East Coast are cooking in 100°+ temperatures. We haven’t seen a day above 80° all year, and only maybe one day legitimately in the 80s. At this point, I’m oscillating between feeling depressed and resigned about this weather pattern. All I’m really hoping for is a miraculous break on July 28, when we ride RAMROD. I’m riding it no matter what, but man… 150 miles up and down mountain passes in 60° rain isn’t my idea of fun.

Sigh. Maybe it’s time to think about a trip to somewhere east of here.