Sunday, March 20, 2011
Rain is pounding my roof and pummeling the plastic walls of the shed. The Santa Barbara sky is dark and heavy. Long tendrils of pepper trees and eucalyptus thrash wildly in the wind. And though we are diligent here with flood control: clearing out brush, creek beds and drains, I sense, from the persistent intensity of this storm, that somewhere in Santa Barbara, it's flooding.
This morning when I awoke to an eerie darkness and rain that had continued throughout the night, I thought of my friend, S., how she jokingly whines, "Eeew! It's cold, it's rainy; this is Santa Barbara; it's suppose to always be perfect!"
And then, there is our local philosopher, Ashley Brilliant, whose ironic (and slightly twisted) cartoons appear in the city paper every day. Last Wednesday, his words went something like this, "Please, don't send any more disasters. My schedule is full."