Every now and then I like to feel smug and look at the weather in other places and compare it to here. Though we had an abysmal week two weeks ago (it was like 65 degrees and partially overcast—psyche!), it is still better than my former city, Seattle is faring. Matos called and said about a 100 different curses for the weather, which is somewhere in the 50s and raining, and gray (which is what is the worst of the weather there. Everyone thinks it’s the rain, it’s not.) It is June and by all rights should be at least sunny-ish. Sadly, my Seattle friends are stuck in Weather Purgatory.
When I lived in Seattle my father used to call me and tell me that I hadn’t seen the sun for 45 days in a row. Like I hadn’t noticed.
I once saw a postcard at the Pike Place Market for Seattle. It was four shades of gray from darkest to lightest It said: “Winter in Seattle, Spring in Seattle, Summer in Seattle, Fall in Seattle. It looked a little more bleak than this.
A moment of silence everyone for the Pacific NW.
(Don’t worry, in a month, they will be in paradise.)