Wednesday, December 24th, we had 3.97" of pounding rain and some ferocious winds. Today, Thursday, Christmas rains have so far bought another .65" of downpour with plenty yet to come. By 10:00 AM local radar showed I had a significant window of opportunity to get out and walk. Special thanks to Docken for coming along over the phone.
Nothing says Christmas in America quite like inflatable decorations. Here are some snapshots taken with my phone along the way.
There’s something deeply tragic about a front yard full of colorful, nylon and polyester puddles at 10:00 AM. Front lawns looking less like a winter wonderland and more like an unintentional avant-garde horror movie. And the garbage cans out on the street, two days in advance of collection. There's something really exceptional about that.
The inflatables graveyard.
Santa's reindeer but what happened to Santa?
OH NO! The horror!
Fortunately only about 10-15% of the homes had their garbage cans out.
Despite a certain kind of suburban sadness in seeing "Santa's Village" reduced to a series of polyester, PVC laminated, pancakes on Christmas morning, I am grateful for the breaks in the clouds, the spots of sunshine and patches of blue sky, being able to get out and walk and having company over the phone along the way.
Merry Christmas! Peace on earth!
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