OK, so there's really only five days, not a week, left before Christmas.
It's raining here – and not just a little bit. The meteorologists refer to our current weather condition as a "Pineapple Express." That means, all the tropical moisture that is supposed to stay in the tropics is here instead, dumping copious amounts of rain.
Thanks a lot, Hawaii.
Orange County (vs. Los Angeles or San Diego) is getting the worst of this particular set of storms. Since I live by the mountains, I'm getting even more rain at my house than the rest of Orange County.
I've got family in town and quite honestly, I don't know what to DO when it rains.
Rainy weather, when it lasts for more than a day, mystifies me.
What do you cold weather people do all day?
I'm restless and stir crazy.
I cook, I bake, I do some gift wrapping.
I get up and pace a lot.
I read for a few minutes and then feel a need to stretch my legs.
I pace again.
I look out the window and wonder at the fact there's still rain falling from the sky.
I grumble about my arm hurting more in the rain.
I do some arm stretches and exercises and then I sigh.
I play Angry Birds until it makes me angry.
I take a lot of bokeh photos because I'm surrounded by holiday lights, so why not?
I pour a glass of wine, start a fire in the fireplace (even though it really isn't cold because it's a tropical storm), and stare at my computer screen while thinking I should be writing.
I consider opening a Netflix account but I realize I rarely sit still long enough to watch a movie except, once every several years, when a Pineapple Express comes to town.
I scratch the dog's ears. She loves me for it and wags her tail.
I consider running out to pick up the last few stocking stuffers I need, but veto the idea because it's raining.
Orange County people hunker down in the rain. We don't go out in it for God's sake. Not unless we absolutely have to.
We might get wet or something.
People here do not know how to drive in the rain.
You're taking your life in your hands if you get on the roads. Literally.
On Saturday I took my youngest son to the mall to shop for his girlfriend. We saw three car accidents on the way. Once we got there we barely survived rabid OC women doing last minute shopping. My son looked around in astonished fear as women pushed, and shoved, and elbowed him as they frantically bought everything in their path.
At one point, we sat down on a bench.
"Just watch them," I said.
And he did.
Nipped, and tucked, and frenzied in their quest for the perfect holiday gift, crazed shoppers scurried around us.
"They're ridiculous," I explained.
"Yes," he nodded.
And then we left and came home.
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