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January 11, 2006
more rain 
Depending on what you read, we've either had 23 or 24 days straight of rain. Not that it's rained 24/7, but there's been rain every day. People are starting to make jokes about arks. It's not funny. There's standing water everywhere, and I fear going down into the basement because I probably have some puddles. Ugh.
I'm trying to remember the percentage, but I believe David Larkin, the author of Rains All the Time claims that we usually only get rain one day out of three. Sure, those other two days are grey and overcast, but they're dry. Overcast sounds pretty good right now.
I know I'm not the only one wondering if the Willamette will flood again. In February 1996, volunteers sandbagged the seawall, and the lower part of downtown was shut down. I remember moving everything we could carry to the second floor, and everything else we put on top of tables. And then our building was shut-down, the electricity turned off, everybody out.
The next day, when the river crested, and we all had the day off, we went down to the Hawthorne Bridge where we watched entire porches/decks/docks go down the river. One had a refrigerator. Another had a clothes line (but no clothes).
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Jill and Paula did the Salmon Street Death March without me, yesterday. It was pouring. As usual, I ended up working through my lunch, and getting no exercise at all. I ended up working late too, so I was on a dead run to get to pilates.
Pilates was great. It was like old home day—a bunch of the old-timers were there. The instructor was incredibly gentle on us considering it was the first class, though we did lose one person after 15 minutes. It didn't feel as bad as I expected it to feel, and this morning I am achey, but not sore. I suspect that will come this afternoon.
Sweetie also had an early evening obligation, so we met afterwards for BBQ. It felt so adult to be getting to a restaurant at 7:30.
I think my dog has suddenly become a teenager. He is acting out something fierce. Or maybe he's cabin feverish from 23 days of straight rain? Anyhow, we came home to a shredded roll of toilet paper all over the living room. Adorable. I put the groceries down on the kitchen floor and went to get the door for Sweetie, to see Echo coming out of the kitchen with my ham sandwich (pre-pilates snack, which had been in the grocery bag) in his mouth, which he immediately put in his dog bed in the living room. Then he tried to bury it. Damn thief! Whippets...
Posted at January 11, 2006
Comments
out my window I can see several slivers of sun and when I went outside it felt so good to have those sun beams!
I wonder if Vera Katz told Tom Potter where all that plywood is stashed?
Posted by: becky at January 11, 2006 1:00 PM
we haven't had rain in 65 days. Quite the opposite!
Posted by: Ann Ewbank at January 11, 2006 5:44 PM
I could NOT stand the rain. Or the overcast. I was raised in Colorado, where we get something like 320 days of sunshine a year - although I like an occasional drippy day or exciting storm, more than a couple days of gray puts me in a big depression.
Posted by: Marla at January 12, 2006 4:29 AM
My mom was telling me that she woke up in the middle of the night on Tuesday with a moonbeam in her face. She looked outside and realized that she could see the stars and almost woke my dad up because she was so excited that the sky was clear and it wasn't raining. This from a woman who really loves the rain, too. She was disappointed to wake up the next morning to more rain. Their dog has been going crazy too.
Posted by: Marisa at January 12, 2006 7:38 AM
It's raining here? I didn't even notice..*grin*
Posted by: brit at January 14, 2006 7:04 AM