Okay, okay, everyone together now! One, two, three!
“I TOLD YOU SO!”
Good to get that off your chest? Feel better? Good. Now sip your frosty beverage and shut the hell up.
I’m not actually defeated by the weather yet. I’m not miserable, and I’m not even cold or wet. Probably that’s because I haven’t left the house without long johns for like two weeks, and my dearest loyalty these days is to my NorthFace rain coat. Still, I am coping, and I manage to get out of the house at least once a day, and usually on foot. Our general philosophy is that we must force ourselves to walk in the rain, since we’re too lazy to cook and too cheap to drive and we’re not ready to consider hibernating as a coping mechanism.
On Monday, Matt and I were talking about our week–should we bike to a cafe? Plan to stay home? They’re putting a new roof on our house (mixed blessing), so working at home is a bit of a sacrifice this week. We decided to check the weather. You know the joke about how the weather in So Cal doesn’t change? We have the same thing here, only different.
Monday: 54 Raining, Tuesday: 54 Raining, Wednesday: 55 Raining, Thursday: 53 Raining, Friday: 54 Raining.
We actually cracked up. Laughed and laughed. Welcome to Seattle.
Today, the predictions were a little off though. So far, from my seat at Zoka, I have seen sun, rain, strong winds, dark dark clouds, hail, lightening, and the roofers across the street scrambling like evangelicals at the apocalypse.
Actually, the strong winds are the most interesting, as they have so far thwarted a yoga class (power for the whole stripmall was out last night), and led to the funniest thing I have read all week. Courtesy of Matt’s rss feed: Holy Shit Windstorm 2007!
I’m thinking it’s time for an emergency preparedness kit, but Matt says that’s just because I’ve never lived anywhere with weather. I’m thinking I’d rather not go three days without hot coffee.
UPDATE: Okay, so it’s like POURING out there, and my only defense for being a little fascinated is that everyone else in the coffee shop is, too. You know the kind of rain that makes it look like the street is smoking from all the splash and wind? Turns out it’s mesmerizing to people who are used to Seattle weather. So there.
