Story of the Day

This morning started like one of those days others believe is our entire existence here in the Pacific Northwest. It was raining. I lay in bed awaiting the motivation to get up. The rain was making its presence known aurally on the roof, the skylight, and when pushed by a moderate fitful wind, the windows. The other significant indicators of rain this morning were the darkness of the daylight and the scheee of the tires as cars and trucks drove down the wet street.

This is January. The height of winter. We actually had snow here for a few hours last Thursday. Its extent was a total surprise to everyone including the weather services. It snarled traffic for a few hours and then was washed away by the rains before nine PM. But here for us it has so far been a pretty mild winter. Its is almost literally unbelievable to see the weather and news reports from the lands east of here. I do remember very well what it is like to have to deal with blizzards and deep snow. I just donšt want to do it. Sure, I could move to the Southland or even to the Central Coast and not have to put up with even this much chillyness and wet but I like the trees and green here in our forests and I realize that they require this weather.

There was a spider crawling across the ceiling. When It got to the wall it turned down the wall but didnšt seem to find what it was looking for so it went back to the ceiling. It wandered around in circles not seemingly aware that there were no insects to be seen anywhere. How long will it survive? Who knows? Who cares?

That's it for Saturday morning

January 20, 1996

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