LET IT RAIN

I finished an art piece that I have struggled with for al most a month. It’s of a couple. He has a half white beard — larder that it seems since with colored pencil you must leave white what you want to be white. It’s easier to add it later, but his hair was nothing compared to hers. I’ve never tried to paint platinum before. All painting is a blend of colors — but what colors. I finally came close. The lavender helped. I know. It makes no sense. I hope this means I’m more consistent with my postings.

The weirdness here has not stopped. Olivia is hiding out on her room. When she sneaks out she visits a resident in their room to tell than she hopes they don’t hate her. However, she takes not responsibility for any of her actions. She is not guilty of anything and never did anything to anyone. Or so she says.

We have really had the rain in our area, lots of it. Sunday was the worst. If was already flooding in the area but it poured on Sunday, buckets full at a time. This is the northwest. It’s going to rain and rain a lot. But we are destined for fine rain. Little sprinkles, the occasional light spitting. It can do that all day, day in and day out, but it is not suppose to dump water like the floodgates have been opened. It is only December.

The Home is situated on a bay. Old guests recall the day the b ay overflowed. Some were worried. We could see it rising. The little park just south of us has a boar ramp and dock. The lower boat tie up portion of the dock was under water. I didn’t know any of this until my son-in-law called to say he was coming to town to pick me up and take me to their place to decorate the tree. I could see it was raining, but he insisted saying water was over the roads and it was pretty bad. I argued a bit (its and independence thing) before giving in. His wipers were on hit and doing a lousy job. None of the road water was very deep. Of course, it wasn’t raining on the return home and the roads were clear.

On the 11:00 weather report about rain in the area they were quoting figure like .09, 1.65, 1.98 and only one over 2”. They never commented on the 5.89” inches on the screen behind them and it was our area. I guess it was more important to talk about where there was serious flooding. We got the rain, but not the damage.

And the rain keeps coming. What happened to a white Christmas?

GLOBAL COLDING

I don’t know what’s going on in my neck of the world. Temperatures are in the 90’s and 100’s across our nation. Not on the other side of my window. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I like it here. But I have been wearing a sweatshirt the past several days. Our nightly repast on the front porch, in our rocking chairs with lap blankets, has not lasted long. It is just too cold. Most of the USA may have global warming, but we have global colding.

I don’t want 100-degree temperatures, but 70 would be nice. Most of us who live in the northwest do so because this part of the world is a little cooler, but this is ridiculous. Now the local weather forecasters are saying to brace ourselves for a winter like 2008. If you don’t live out here, you have no reason to remember ’08. It depends on whom you ask as to what they think. My grand kids thought it was the best winter they’ve had in their short lives. It was the most snow I’ve seen on the west side of the mountains in the 28 years I have lived here.

It was a Christmas truly worthy of the title “White Christmas.” My family live on the side of a very large hill. Not called a mountain here, but it would be the highest mount in Saskatchewan. They had a few days where they parked near the bottom of their hill and walked the remaining mile home. On Christmas day my son-in-law had to come get me with his four-wheel drive Jeep and take be to their house. He drove way south of his house and came in on a long back road that ended up about a football field length from their house. We hiked through the woods to their home. It was a gorgeous Christmas. Truly what northern dwellers think Christmas should be like. It was terrific. But I would have been happy to see it go away the next day. It didn’t. We had many a day when that patterned repeated.

I grew up in snow. Not mountains, but hills and snow. I loved the snow and the sledding and the fort building and the snowman building and the angel making and the snowball fights. But those days are long gone. When we first moved here with their usually snowless Christmas’ we had to adjust. It didn’t take long. There is lots of rain, but we reasoned, at least you don’t have to shovel it. I have really adjusted to that and again hope for a shovel free winter.

What am I talking about? I don’t care for the yard or the walk any more. We have people. Let it snow; let it snow; let it snow.