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A Seattle Rain Having been born in Seattle, having spent my pre-teen years and my college years in Seattle, I'll call a "Seattle rain" a rain of my youth, before long term depression, light deprivation and "gloomy little stories to keep the Californians away" were even concepts, let alone subjects for discussion. A Seattle rain was what awakened us more often than not and provided the background noise for that day. Playing with friends, playing with stuff, filling the idle hours in a time before schedules and deadlines and check lists became companions and "idle hours" became enemies of state.
Here, in Oakland, centuries later, the concept still holds. It's raining,
Tomorrow I'll get back to angst: Got to shoot more pictures, got to learn to use strobes, got to finish the server lab. Got to, got to. Of course I've got to, but not right now. Saturday, January 16th, 1999 is a time out for now day and maybe tomorrow is too. Doodle-dee-doo.
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but not very hard, more cloudy and damp right now really, so I'll stay
around the apartment today and play indoors. Fix this, futz with that, but as I
will. No rules, no schedules, nothing that has to get done (Until
Sunday night when I have to drop the laundry off, of course. One must
be realistic.). Not work, but play. Clear the pipes, refresh the brain.
I don't do enough of that, you know, and, if you don't mind, I'm
going to skip this commitment stuff, at least for this day, and play.