Rain drops = bling for nature.
OK, I'm declaring right now this is my final post about the weather. Maybe we talked about it this much in Phoenix, and I'm just blanking it out. In fact, now that I think about it, we did. People really did like to ask -- with no trace of irony -- "Hot enough for ya?" Ugh.
Anyhoo, I have three more Seattle observations for my list.
1. It actually rains more inches per year in New York City than Seattle.
2. But the problem is, it's greyer here. There will be days with little rain, but no sun. Thank God we have a full-spectrum lamp. Santa brought it when he heard we were moving here, and it makes quite a difference.
3. Someone told me last week that when it does rain here, it rains politely.
Enough about the weather.
This weekend we attended our first pork jihad. Well, as a vegetarian (fish-atarian?) I don't eat pork and was just heckling from the audience, but Raymond is happy to pick up my slack and very much enjoyed the bacon-wrapped tenderloin. The premise behind this Holy War of Pork is simple -- the most tense cultures in our world are the ones who shun pork (such as the Middle East) and the most chill are the ones who embrace it (Mexico and Hawaii, for example). So eat pork for peace, I guess.
I've had more requests to share our last few years' process of massive simplifying of life (selling home, cars, stuff in home, etc.) to be free to be on this adventure, so I will begin blogging more regularly on this topic. Your comments/requests are welcome.
Peace -- no, Pork Out.
