The Big Yellow One Is the Sun

I've been home for almost two months now. Since that time, it has been raining nearly nonstop. My favorite was last Wednesday. When I left work, it looked like we were actually going to have some decent weather for a change. And by that I mean there were a few breaks in the clouds, and could tell the sky was still blue. But before I made it home, it started pouring. Really pouring. Streets in Marysville were flooded up to the doors on pick up trucks. I drove up the hill toward my house and watched people taking pictures from under umbrellas, which is significant because Seattleites never use umbrellas. Water was geysering out of the street drains, transforming our hill into a river.

 Here are a few pictures I stole from a friend's Facebook. I'm sure he won't mind. This was after things had let up a little.

Saturday was perfect. I didn't have to work, the sun was out, and it was 74 degrees. I ate my lunch on the deck and sat outside for hours with my laptop, intending to apply for jobs, but the loveliness of the day was much to distracting. I knew I was going to get burned, but I didn't care because it had seemed like ages since I had seen the sun. I could deal with the burn. Plus, I really like aloe vera's cooling effect on my hot skin. The unfortunate part is that I sat on one side of the table the entire time I was outside. My left side got a lot more sun then my right side.

Sunday was cloudy again. My cherry arm is the only evidence that the sun showed its face in Marysville.

Dear Sun,

Please come back. I'm miserable without you, and I'll be needing to even out my skin tone once this turns into a tan.

Love,

Megan