I'm having a blah day. It is gray and drizzly outside. My house looks worse than the day we moved all of the boxes in. There are now half-unpacked boxes all over the house and every surface is covered with detritus. I have not unearthed my desk yet. It has become the chosen spot for placing emptied cardboard boxes. And there have been many. J keeps taking them away and I keep placing more there. I can't find my keys anywhere. The house needs vacuuming, the dishes need doing, the sinks and tub need cleaning, I am fighting entropy at every step. It seems the more I clean, the worse it gets, the more I lose, the more frustrated I feel.
This time of year, I think the local weather and I are simpatico. Some days I'm sunny, others stormy... So I'm going to post some photos I took last month.
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| Taken Feb. 2 on 101 - ocean |
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| Same day - further south - bay |
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| One week later we had a snowstorm that halted our moving plans |
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| End of Feb. (maybe March 1?) |
The storms are hard to properly capture. There is a force behind them that is tremendous. We were pretty sheltered in our last house (5 blocks down the hill), but here at the top, it is pretty wild. I have not experienced winds this powerful blowing on my windows anywhere but at Mom's house right on the beach. We have so many trees on our property, it makes me nervous. But so far, they seem flexible, which is key in a storm. Flexibility. Hm. Better keep that in mind, B.
