If you were out on Saturday and enjoyed yourself then you’ve offically earned the title of ”nor’westerner.”

Long standing traditions of a soggy, cold, and miserable rose parade 
repeated itself as if it was destiny. Tink and I were out in Pirate outfits
trying to do the pirate thing, but the longer I waded into the storm the
more I felt the misery of real pirating.

It was all good I suppose. Typically the rose festival does mark the end of the rainy season, but don’t put any stock in that. I wouldn’t be suprised if we see yet more days of rain.

Good think I got a newer set of wipers… Funny to think that when I bought them durring that week long sunny spell, I believed I was wasting my money b/c I would never use them till next fall… wishful thinking I suppose.

~J out