I have lived in the Pacific Northwest for a dozen years, and I just bought my first pair of actual rain boots.
The first year we lived here, I didn’t really own socks. I had worn flip flops nearly year round in Southern California. I remember one day my neighbor said, “You need to get yourself appropriate footwear.” I smiled and laughed. We were kind of poor. We needed things like food and gas.
Eventually, I accepted the cold — got socks, and all purpose rain/snow/low top boots, but I never had the real deal: tall rubber boots. Brand new! For less than what it costs to feed my boys at Taco Bell — which has become a standard of measure.
It’s kind of amazing what the right footwear can do. They actually made me want it to rain . . .
. . . and go on an adventure.
So my sister and I hit Seattle to celebrate her birthday. She has lived here for a little over a year and is very much delighted by the rain and tromping around the city in the rain sounded like the perfect way to spend her day.
Of course, I managed to hit every light on the way to the ferry, took too long to find a parking spot and feed the meter, and I had to run to catch the boat. I am always running to catch a boat. (The last time I rode the ferry, I was the lucky last car. This time, I was the sad loser watching through the terminal window as the gangplank raised and the boat left. Win some/lose some. Even Steven.)
Half a minute faster would have done it. But either rain boots are not good running shoes . . . or I am not a good runner . . .
Anyway, we had a lovely time in the city.
We walked all over, ate someplace we’d never been, drank coffee and talked about all the things we could fit into four hours of conversation. She is a writer, an editor, a cancer survivor, a wife of a man in ministry, a mom of teens, a cat lover and owner, an avid reader, a smarty, a voice for justice, an artist. I love her, and she lives here now and we get to be in our forties together.
It was a good day. But it never rained.
That is, it never rained on us. Rain boots, rain coats — we were so prepared!
The rain started the second I got off the ferry and into my car to go home.
On the way home, I thought about some things. You know, like you do when you are gliding over the water, breathing the soothing sea air.
1. Teaching your kids to love each other and enjoy each other’s company is so worth the massive amount of effort it takes when they are growing up.
I’m so thankful that my mom spent so much of her days refereeing children. I know from my own experience that it had to have been exhausting. But I have always believed one of my primary jobs as a mom is to nurture the friendships inside my house. I want my kids to always love each other. How good and how pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity! Psalm 133:1
2. I don’t dread the passage into fall and rain so much this year ‘cuz look at those fancy boots!
Live the season,