Considering what the rest of the country has been putting up with this month, we really have nothing to talk about. But even before the rain started coming down Sunday afternoon, the reporters were ready with their packages.
As I sat near an open window enjoying the sound of gentle rainfall, someone turned on the news. And seriously, the entire 30 minute newscast was focused on the epic storm that will be hitting the West Coast this week.
“Tides will be high! Don’t walk out on jetty’s and be careful on the beach!”
“Fifteen to 30 foot swells!” So of course every surfer is reaching for his wet suit.
“People in burn areas should be ready to evacuate immediately in case of mudslides!”
“Visit this location to get your sandbags!”
The thing is, we get so little weather here that heavy sprinkles can cause major traffic accidents. You’ll hear people say things like, “I’m going to get to the grocery store before it starts raining.” Do they not realize that people in Seattle still manage to shop, eat and sip espresso in the midst of a downpour?
Don’t get me wrong: rain can wreak havoc here, especially in areas ravaged by wild fires in the summer. But do the newspeople really need to have cameras set up 24/7 to capture the disasters they’re hoping to win an Emmy for covering? Do we really need to interview those intrepid shoppers in Santa Barbara who were brave enough to face the elements in search of a pair of Lucky jeans? Puh-leeze.
Frankly, most of us are thankful for the rain and glad for the change. My parents are just hoping to get enough precipitation in Los Angeles County to lift the rationing so they can water the lawn without fear of the neighbors reporting them to the authorities.
So while the weather girls are shouting into their mikes and warning us not to leave the house without raincoats and umbrellas, I’ll be by my fireplace reading and writing.
Some things never change, regardless of the weather.
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