Title Disclaimer: Please note that the author claims no responsibility should Milli Vanilli songs stick in your head and wake you up at two o’clock in the morning.
Saturday the greater Portland area experienced a severe flash storm. I’m no stranger to rain, but this was down right freaky. We could actually see the wall of water and hail move towards us like a massive gray wall. The hail on our skylights sounded like being inside a snare drum and we couldn’t even see the neighbor’s house because the rain was so heavy. Then just as quickly as it arrived, it passed and was gone. The sky changed from black to blue unnaturally fast. Once the rain stopped the girls and I went outside to survey the aftermath. We didn’t lose any trees, but the wind ravaged our flowering cherry.
Elsewhere on Saturday, I cast on a new shawl. This is the Meandering Vines pattern and the yarn is from a huge bag of wool and cotton yarn purchased from the Goodwill Store.
Knitting has been a little slower than normal though because sitting makes my stomach hurt. I’ve had some problems lately with my daily shots and site reactions. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled with modern medicine, but cripes, I wish they’d make a pill.
Lately I’ve been feeling pretty low in the self-esteem department due to weight gain, wrinkles, gray hairs, etc. anyway. Having my stomach look and feel like hamburger does nothing to improve the situation.
Luckily my DH and the girls are very supportive. On Sunday they all encouraged me to accept a lunch invitation from a friend/co-worker. I met up with her in Vancouver then she took us to one of her favorite restaurants where we enjoyed a waterfront view.
The restaurant is built on a series of docks and it sits directly on the river. I’m not sure if this was the Columbia or the Willamette though because they meet near by.
Sailboats floated back and forth and several patrons even had their dogs with them.
The laid back atmosphere required that I partake of spirits. Seriously, I had to drink a Full Sail Ale or the repercussions would have been… well, just unspeakable. As we were leaving the skies darkened and the rain started. We’d lucked out and escaped the schizophrenic weather.
Afterwards my friend even humored me with a trip to a LYS where, due to the influence of the above beverage, this might have followed me home. I’m so weak. But it could have been worse. They had cashmere!
A further attempt to alleviate feelings of despair included the coloring and highlighting my graying hair. It’s actually quite a bit lighter than it was before.
Other than some baking and laundry not much else happened this weekend.
Rather than feeling rested though and ready for the upcoming week the entire family is pretty wiped out. Even the cats are more irritable than usual. Perhaps the weather is to blame. Cheers!