For you north is closer to the equator, right? so in addition to having the wrong seasons, your directions are upside-down.
Wow, I hadn't even thought of it like that before! Freaky.
Though I quite like Seattle's two seasons; 9 months of the year we get 40-50 and raining, three months we get 70 and sunny!
9 months of the year we get 40-50 and raining, three months we get 70 and sunny!
If only everyone else didn't think that would be wonderful to live in, I'd move there if I were richer.
That is pretty ideal, meara.
I'm enjoying looking at the pretty patterns the frost makes on the storm windows...from the inside!
Franny's reaction when we were in Utah was "Look! Elsa was here!"
Wow, I hadn't even thought of it like that before! Freaky.
Furthermore, at the exact same time as your days were getting shorter, ours were getting longer. I'm in ur Antipodes, stealing ur dayz.
I could never live in Seattle. My optimum is 80% sunny days; I get miserable after a couple dreary days. And after 3 days of snow and stupid cold, I'll angrily stab something. This latitude is as bad a winter as I could ever take.
Franny's reaction when we were in Utah was "Look! Elsa was here!"
The patterns really are beautiful.
I would go insane in Seattle.
Plei, I can't remember if you're studying Ruby on Rails or are adept at it, but I saw a link for FT remote-work jobs for RoR back end AND front end developers:
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(I thought of Plei, but anyone else looking for a job and has RoRails experience, give it a look-see. They're also hiring a FTOnline Marketing Project Manager and a PT Web Designer/Developer, all telecommute.)
Yesterday, someone asked if I miss living in San Diego.
I surely loved it while I was there, but I sincerely don't miss it.
I've probably told this story here before, but I was shocked to learn that the branch I sold for $20 per stem in 1982 grows as a WEED out here. People desperately needed Forsythia to give them a sense that Spring had turned.
I actually suffered more from SAD symptoms out west than I do here.
Weird that.
Sarameg! Shoot me your address, I have a French press for you.