Stormy

Oh my gosh I've never seen so much rain. I heard a while back that this year SoCal had matched Seattle's rainfall, and since then we've had more, the mother of all storms blew through this weekend (and continuing today) and I'm sure we're WAY ahead in the race. Horse trails have become muddy rivers, local roads are all rivers. The river is, well, a river. My yard is a lake except for where the excess water runs out toward the street, and that's a river. So I dressed all in a yellow plastic rainsuit, rubber galoshes, and a tooque under my hood under my poncho and sloshed out to work in it this weekend. Yes, people are insane enough to show up to be taught to ride motorcycles in this stuff, so we're insane enough to accommodate them. There comes a point in the curriculum however where traction becomes a factor, so day two was cancelled. I swam home to bail out the garage. Sheesh. Can it get any more crazy out here? Oh yeah. In the middle of all this let's throw in an earthquake just for good measure. When I met the man of my dreams and he said he'd move heaven and earth for me, I never dreamed he had such connections.

Good luck on your side of the world! We're holding on for dear life here!