Heaven in galoshes.

2003-09-19 at 8:05 a.m.

I love it.

Portland has a reputation for rain--fairly earned, I suppose, up to a point. Indeed, the winter is a grey, cloudy, rainy affair, with day after day of rain that varies from misty to scattered showers to downpour. Rarely, we get a real storm.

But the summer? Sweet Lordy Jesus, it's day after damned day of sunshine and cloudless skies. The pressure to Do Something, Take Advantage of the Nice Weather, is almost overwhelming. It gets so you feel like if you don't eat every meal outside, walk to Mount Hood and back, and do your gardening daily in the nude, then you are a helpless shut-in and a victim of our over-saturated TV-and-computer-and-air-conditioning age.

I'm not sure where the impression of Portland as all pale people comes from (unless it's a comment on the low percentage of African Americans in Portland, in which case: fair enough. Portland has, on occasion, in its past, shown some shamefully racist roots. Hopefully that is going away.). Yes, it rains almost daily from, oh, October to April. But from May to September? I swear to the gods above, maybe one day of rain.

So now it's cloudy and supposed to rain today and I'm so geeked I can't get over it. I want to rip out the hot cocoa right now. Build a fire. Play some dominoes with Andrew while sipping red wine and listening to Muddy Waters.

Doesn't that sound like a little slice of heaven?

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