I am alive and well, despite the mad crazy windstorm that left the streets full of powerlines and decaptiated trees. I was surprised to hear that our tragic weather actually reached the Northeast news, after our situation was declared a State of Emergency -- everyone in New England is probably yawning and shrugging, "Wind? An inch of snow? What are you people complaining about?"
The main problem is that this city is not equipped to handle anything but rain. And Seattle had a ton of rain last month, soaking all the trees and soil and roots and telephone poles, so when the hurricane-force wind kicked in, up came the trees and poles into the streets. I lost power for a day, which sucked since the heat is electric, but I have no right to bitch because I just came in to work to hear several coworkers still without power -- that's four days now. So I had it pretty good on Queen Anne, despite the bludgeoning the cottage endured from the Madrona tree above.
Please read this article and feel sorry for me.
I moved off the boat just in time. I feel like someone whose car was balancing on a cliff, and they scrambled out the window just in time to watch it crash and burn down the gorge below, ending in a gaseous explosion, wiping my forehead in relief. (Though the boat is still afloat and undamaged.) Melodramatic, but you know me.
Happy Holidays to everyone, whatever your holiday of choice may be. I'm celebrating Winter Soltice. May you and yours be merry and bright.
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