The thing about Portland is, you get used to the rain. The gray and the drizzle become familiar. Wearing rain boots to the grocery store is part of the routine. And it becomes second nature to carry around a stocking cap (although I’ve been told that calling it a “stocking cap” makes me sound verrry midwestern) lest your hairs be all frizzy when you get to brunch. But that’s Portland. That’s what’s it all about. Kind of like the hokey pokey.
But then there are the days where you look up at the sky and you see that spot… that spot where the sun should be, but isn’t. And you shake your pale fists at that gray piece of sky and curse the raindrops that are landing in your freshly-applied mascara. Because really Portland, enough is enough.
This weekend it rained like mother-effing crap, again. Big surprise. BUT this time it was totally, definitely, absolutely bearable because temps reached the low 60’s! Baby steps, people. Tiny, rainy baby steps. Combined with the fact that we got to move our clocks ahead an hour (cheers to driving home from work in the
daygraylight!) and the fact that my little bro and his lady are here visiting for their spring break (cheers to a cray spring break in rainy Portland!) we had a pretty lovely weekend. Real great, in fact.
The young ones are here with us for most of this next week so we’re sending them on some exciting little day trips while we go have to go to work. Blerg. I’m excited though to get home and hear about their adventures. And to see Portland through their fresh, young, un-bagged eyes. And to find out if they had anything for lunch that I should know about… But really, it’s so fun to have them here, exploring our city. Because at the end of the day, we really love this little Stumptown. And having family come visit it and love it as well makes our rain-soaked hearts happy.