Usually, the winter storm pattern kicks in at the end of October in Portland. Starts raining -- mostly drizzle, but now and again, actual measurable precipitation -- around Hallowe'en, and keeps doing so until about July.
Started a bit early this year. There are a few sun breaks today, but most of the weekend was pretty gray. Chilly, too. Ten a.m. and still just a hair over fifty degrees (F.) out there.
Usually means I get more work done, because going out is less than exciting. Dogs don't like being cooped up, and so I gotta get damp -- because they don't care if it is raining, they just want to work their stubby little legs, and no less so than they would on a cloudless day.
We don't need to go all the way to the power lines today, do we pups? It's cold and wet.
What? Shorten our walk? Are you insane?
Ah, well. I knew the climate made rust and mold when I moved here.
I've sent out thank-you emails to all my students from the seminar, cleared the decks, and now it's time to -- sigh -- Get Back to the Novel ...
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Want to trade? We had some rain yesterday, today it's overcast. 91 degrees (real feel 101) and calling for thunderstorms. Supposed to be like this all week.
Heck, I'll even walk the dogs to the power lines.
No, thank you. I used to live where the skies would go dark, it would thunder and lightning and drop six inches of rain in an hour, and then the sun would come out and turn everything as far as the eye could see into a steaming swamp.
Ninety-five degrees and ninety-five percent relative humidity?
Happy to be cool and damp, all things considered ...
Ah, then there is balmy San Antonio..yikes, it was like sticking my head in a stone oven yesterday...96 degrees and humid as you aunt Fannies panties. It won't start cooling off here until end of November!
I'm not complaining. A good water year is a good water year.
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