putting up with the rain

Remember when I bought myself a sweet pair of rain boots and predicted the possible end of El Niño? Sometimes I hate it when I am mostly right because given the bright, sunshine-y days and the fact that my favorite son put away his jeans and sweat pants and pulled out his shorts, it would seem that our El Niño sputtered and faltered…

Until Friday and the beginning of our Spring Break.

Extended forecast promises rain and rain and thunderstorms and more rain all but one day this Spring Break. Perhaps I didn’t break El Niño after all. A good thing, a very good thing. But looks like once again our Spring Break plans are spoiled. It’s okay. Expert juggler that I am sure we can find alternative fun Spring Break things to do…added bonus is I’ll get to wear my sweet rain boots.

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
~ Dolly Parton

possibly the end

Years ago during what was maybe an El Pequeño Niño, I gave birth on a windy, rainy, blustery evening. Having as many kids as I do the odds had to be in my favor at least once that this would happen. And because it was the days of drive-thru deliveries, baby Abigael and I found ourselves coming home scarcely 24 hours after we met face to face for the first time…on another dark and stormy night. My darling husband easily stepped over the giant 3 foot puddle that he parked my new minivan in front of to get our new baby safely buckled in for her first ride. Naturally, I stepped right into the middle of that puddle of cold, brackish rainwater with my fuzzy socks and Birkenstocks because I had just pushed a 7 pound baby out of my vagina just 24 hours before and I was still bruised and swollen enough to not be as flexible as my darling husband imagined that I must be because

weren’t you doing all kinds of crazy downward doggie-warrior kind of yoga-y stretches right before we went to the hospital yesterday morning?

Because I was in labor, BACK LABOR and I might have hurt you were it not for that distraction!

Oh. So I guess puddle jumping is hard for you right now.

Just a little.

Maybe rain boots would have been better than Birkenstocks then.


Somedays he’s lucky that I love him so. That day was one of those days.

Looks like we are having a proper winter finally here in our neck of the woods. Yes, Jonas had his way with the Eastern part of the United States which many have yet to dig out from. I’ve seen all the Facebook posts. Hang in there y’all. I grew up in Western Pennsylvania and I promise you that I had experienced more than my fair share of epic snow storms of the century to dig out from whether or not the snow ploughs came by to clear the main road and block our street and driveway…and of course school was not cancelled because as long as the school superintendent can get out of his driveway it’s all good. Still I am thankful for winds and the rains and the snow piling up in the Sierra because we need all the precipitation, all of it.

So while the rains came down, down, down in and all over Northern Cali this past week I set about to be prepared because El Niño finally is here!

This just might bring on the end of El Niño.

God I hope not because I want nothing more than to jump in some puddles while wearing these sweet boots.

Peeking ahead at the extended forecast I just might get my wish.

I should write

I should write but…


it’s raining and we know how everything literally SHUTS DOWN in California when it is raining.

Still, I should write…


but I’m working on trying not to fall down whilst attempting Virabhadrasana II. Actually Warrior II isn’t so bad. It’s my creaky, older, achy joints that are the problem. Something else I can try to blame on the rain.


I have (as always) laundry to fold…WARM, fresh out of the dryer laundry to fold before Zelda curls up on it all spreading the glitter that is cat hair ALL OVER IT because all the freshly laundered clothes are so soft and warm and purr-rect for a kitty like her to curl up in. She thinks so.


Hollie is distracting me from writing sending me impossibly adorable pictures and videos of little ballerina girls. I should be writing but I can’t. I just can’t even!


Plus it’s raining and my backyard is literally flooded…

I should be writing but…


the struggle…

It’s real.

until Winter Break

A little decking of the halls and then off she goes, back to school.

It’s always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice cream sandwiches. ~ Lemony Snicket

Miss her already. But it’s only 18 days until Winter Break. Perhaps I shall save some more decking for her to do then; and perhaps she will return with some ice cream sandwiches.


the perks of being a Snow Queen’s mommy

It’s cold out there today. I know because Al Roker told me so…it was 47° in Miami, Florida where he was reporting this morning. I also know because of everyone sharing this morning.

Oh you Siberian Express, you! I don’t miss the kind of cold that freezes the snot inside your nose…Not. At. All. This blast of icy cold is getting serious because in Kentucky there is a warrant for the arrest of a certain Snow Queen.

All points bulletin!!! Harlan Police Department has issued an arrest warrant for Queen Elsa of Arendelle, Suspect is a blonde female last seen wearing a long blue dress and is known to burst into song “Let it Go!” As you can see by the weather she is very dangerous. Do not attempt to apprehend her alone.

Clearly she can’t be bothered because she is much too busy making appearances here in the Central Valley and the Bay Area making little girls and boys wishes come true. Also she wouldn’t dare freeze my neck of the woods because the cold does bother her mommy!

I’m sorry everyone else seems to be freezing…really. For what it’s worth, it’s foggy and snowing here in the Central Valley right now.

At least it looks like snow.

Don’t worry, I might not be freezing but I am suffering because almond blossoms and allergies.

Stay warm my friends.