>I have never been silent about my dislike of Washington Rain. I capitalize it because it deserves respect. It is a force to be reckoned with, but I feel sorry for the reckoner. After seven years I have grown to use the “H” word when it comes to the rain. For those who have never been to Washington and experienced at least three rainy winters in a row I say -“Oh my gosh you are so lucky-what’s it like in the real world-is it still there? “
For all that I don’t like about the state of Washington (liberals, rain, Olympia, no jobs) there is much that I do. Oh, I do.
Like Mt. Rainier. When I come over the last hill on HWY 6 going to Chehalis, its there. Big as the Moon. Just as beautiful and wondrous as any heavenly body. I could stare at it for hours. The power, the glory!
I really need a better camera. The point and shoot just doesn’t convey all the glory!
I will miss apple trees that grow wild, and bear strange fruit. I will miss seeing deer and elk on my drive home. I will miss the festivals that go on throughout the summer. (Winlock Egg Days!) The classic cars that come out on sunny days. Picturesque settings. Beautiful views. Sun showers! Momma skunks with babies following behind; all the tails bouncing along.
The Chehalis River with Doty Bridge Construction in the background.
Not everything about Washington has been terrible. I had two of my babies here. I had a great job with great co-workers. I have met some VERY interesting people. I made a couple of good friends. So as much as I can’t stand the rain I am torn. That’s the most surprising part of all of this. I am really torn. I am dying to get out of here, but not ready to say goodbye.
Safeway-Chehalis My Manager Steve was THRILLED I took this.
The delicious soups that nursed me through two pregnancies.
In conclusion (how professional!) I admit defeat. I fell a little bit in love with the crying sensitive, guy. The arm candy, with the never ending tears. That’s how I feel about Washington. Sure he was beautiful to look at, but his blubbering always left me with boogers on my prom dress.
>I should be packing. I should be off the recliner and placing things in boxes. Why am I dragging my heels? Instead I am feeding my cyberchondria. Googling, reading articles, formulating new questions. I eyeball my most recent crochet project from the chair. It patiently waits for me. Like everything else, it patiently waits on me….to move….
These days my life can be divided in to two sections. Before Yaz and After Yaz. I won’t go into all the scary details. But,really, I am on a journey that has taught me so many things. Things like:
-People don’t believe you. Even loved ones. Sad. Lonely. Truth.
-I am more fragile than I thought.
-I have wasted a LOT of time on meaningless things. (See “Stop and Smell the Roses”)
-Good Health is not to be taken for granted or squandered.
-I may never be the same again.
Knowing all this to be true, I sit here still. I need to get up and get going. So here I go! Get going!
>Well, I have redone the blog. It sucked really bad. It still might. Oh well. I am going through piles of stock photos to get the look I want. Then I might be inclined to visit more often.
Several things have happened since I last wrote my now deleted entry. I have THREE boys now. Jacob-16, Gideon -3.75, and Levi-1.75. We are in the middle of a move. A big one. After seven years of Washington rain, we are moving to Alabama. That is where my wonderful husband’s wonderful family is from. I am adjusting to the idea of being there quite nicely. I am not adjusting to the ever mounting task at hand: THE MOVE. Uggghhhh. I am not 19, 25 or even 35 any more. I don’t know if I can do this physically or not. Somehow it will all come together I just know it.
Things would probably be much further ahead if I did not spend so much time on the internet.
I am hoping to find a church to get involved in back there. I hope we put down some actual roots and make lasting friendships. I hope we have dinners with other couples and date nights. Heck, I just hope we can have a babysitter. Seven years without any of those things has been pretty tough. Very tough. Strip your sanity to the bare roots tough.
I will continue to look at stock photos and jazz up the place a bit.
BTW this not going to be the “I am a perfect parent blog” or “Expert decorator blog”. No way. My kids scream. A LOT. My husband is really rough around the edges. He writes phone numbers and takes notes on the childrens precious art work. (Hanging said precious art work only emphasizes its scratch paperiness.) Sigh. I’m tired.