It’s Pouring Out There
Nothing quite like standing in pouring rain with one hand on the guard rail of a ship and the other hand boasting an Alaskan Amber. The purse squished against my body, protecting my percious books from getting soaked while my friends. I did remarkably well considering how hard it was raining and how silly I was behaving. Desert Solitaire is only mildly damp.
I argued you cannot change the world through government jobs. Am I alone in this?
The Spirit, one of the ships used for Argosy’s Christmas Tour, passed with lights and one with an 8 piece vocal ensemble singing Christmas Carols-which my friends and I sang along with a bit too loudly, likely. It was a grand time and I’m glad we went. Its possible we were a bit distracting but mildly entertaining in our soaked through boots and overly friendly demeanor. Who doesn’t love wet, happy people?
It was a grand total of 2 1/2 hours. Lunch boxes, snacks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages were available. Pictures are taken with Santa and there is a “Ho ho ho” contest for those of us wisest enough to go after it: ages 2-10 years old. I ended the night in the rain singing “Waters of March.” Pourtugese is lovely isn’t it?
Anyway, what amazes me about Seattle is how off-putting the rain is to many people who live here. I don’t get it. You live here. You endure this constantly. Aren’t you used to it yet?
I have yet to see this truly, terribly, awful winter Seattlites keep talking about. There seems bit a little sun each day.
Seattle, I love you dearly but I am being to think you are quite ungrateful.
That being said, the rain also kept me from snowboarding this weekend. I have never been and I’m not familiar with mountain lifestyle yet so my friends and I decided to wait until next weekend. If I were more experienced, I think I would have gone anyway.