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February 2009 
What does the weather right now remind you of?
Posted on Jan 31st, 2008
by 
Karen
Karen
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for January 30, 2008:
Right now the weather in NorCal is chilly, wet, rainy, windy and it's evening -- so it's dark.
I made a big pot of homemade beef vegetable soup on Sunday, during the last series of rains. I'm going to heat it up tonight. Perfect evening for it. THAT reminds me of something.
When I was a teen in upstate New York, a huge rainstorm hit the area. We had an in-ground pool, and it must've been late winter or early spring, because the pool was covered for the season. It was cold, windy and blustery. The cover flew off, and my dad, brother and I ran out into the weather to snag it and reattach it so that it wouldn't become damaged. Those things are expensive to replace.
We were wet and chilled to the bone by the time we finished the job. Earlier in the day my mom began a pot of beef vegetable soup (I use her recipe) for dinner that evening. When we slogged into the house, she was waiting with towels and steaming bowls of that soup. There was thunder and lightning, rain, hail and wind outside. In the kitchen it was bright with light, warm and dry, with some of the best soup I had ever had! I felt very nurtured and secure in that moment. It also felt great to have battled the elements and accomplished something important to the family that afternoon.
I like this kind of weather, as long as it doesn't stick around too long. I need a break from it every once in a while, although the reservoirs really need the rain. We've had rain for the last couple of weeks, although we had a lovely, sunny day the other day and it was grand. Just enough of a break to make the heart sing before plunging back into the chilly grey.
I do a lot of running around during the day at work, traveling between the company's various locations. The rain was a steady downpour, with big drops that went SPLAT! on every surface. Within just a few minutes I was drenched. My coat, apparently, is water resistant, not water proof. I really should have read the tag more closely when I bought it. So, when my day finally ended and I got into the car for the 60-minute drive home, my clothes were damp. Once I arrived home, the first thing I did was to slip into some nice, warm, fuzzy sweats! The grey ones with the long, floppy sleeves. OOOOOHHHHH yeah! Comfort! And now -- to that soup!
I made a big pot of homemade beef vegetable soup on Sunday, during the last series of rains. I'm going to heat it up tonight. Perfect evening for it. THAT reminds me of something.
When I was a teen in upstate New York, a huge rainstorm hit the area. We had an in-ground pool, and it must've been late winter or early spring, because the pool was covered for the season. It was cold, windy and blustery. The cover flew off, and my dad, brother and I ran out into the weather to snag it and reattach it so that it wouldn't become damaged. Those things are expensive to replace.
We were wet and chilled to the bone by the time we finished the job. Earlier in the day my mom began a pot of beef vegetable soup (I use her recipe) for dinner that evening. When we slogged into the house, she was waiting with towels and steaming bowls of that soup. There was thunder and lightning, rain, hail and wind outside. In the kitchen it was bright with light, warm and dry, with some of the best soup I had ever had! I felt very nurtured and secure in that moment. It also felt great to have battled the elements and accomplished something important to the family that afternoon.
I like this kind of weather, as long as it doesn't stick around too long. I need a break from it every once in a while, although the reservoirs really need the rain. We've had rain for the last couple of weeks, although we had a lovely, sunny day the other day and it was grand. Just enough of a break to make the heart sing before plunging back into the chilly grey.
I do a lot of running around during the day at work, traveling between the company's various locations. The rain was a steady downpour, with big drops that went SPLAT! on every surface. Within just a few minutes I was drenched. My coat, apparently, is water resistant, not water proof. I really should have read the tag more closely when I bought it. So, when my day finally ended and I got into the car for the 60-minute drive home, my clothes were damp. Once I arrived home, the first thing I did was to slip into some nice, warm, fuzzy sweats! The grey ones with the long, floppy sleeves. OOOOOHHHHH yeah! Comfort! And now -- to that soup!
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