I love Seattle. It’s beautiful. But it rains there – a lot. I’ve lived in Florida too long for that. We’ve had two days of relentless rains and storms. I’m like one of Pavlov’s dogs. The minute it clouds up and starts to rain, it’s all I can do to not drop immediately on the floor and go to sleep. Two days of fighting the urge to nap is more than our house can handle. (These are pictures of my backyard – we do not have waterfront property!)
The afternoon the storms started, they started with a bang. What had been a terrific spring day quickly went to 60 mph winds, no power and tornado warnings. I had already started heating sauce for spaghetti when the power went out. Our house is cave-like even with power. I was crawling through the kitchen cabinets looking for my stash of candles when Ian walked in. I was complaining about the sudden headache I had. Ian just rolled his eyes and turned off the gas burners and opened some windows. :::sigh::: I’m going to be a scary old person.
Here are some pictures of the yard and the neighborhood during the storm. Andy spent most of yesterday wading with Cally through the mud and puddles out back. I cannot even face going out to see what the laundry pile looks like.
Today the sun is out and it’s a beautiful, perfect day. I think I might make it through without a six-hour nap. Who knows, maybe I’ll even get dressed?