Ouch. Shin splints-ish. I hiked some dogs up paved hillside roads on Monday because all the parks are flooded and way too muddy to deal with. That wouldn't be so bad but I had to do it in rubber boots. Not so great for hiking. I can hardly walk today.
The rain has been so intense that I borrowed my roommate's ski pants and jacket. He insisted I'd stay dry, unlike previous days of drenched clothing. I found out during the hike that while it was true that I stayed bone dry from rain water, I was soaked in my own sweat from the weatherproof insulation. It's quite possible I could've lost this pesky winter weight if I had just been wearing this stuff all along.
The sun was shining bright yesterday. The air was crisp and cold. The winds were strong. And allergies were kicking in. Just a few sneezes though. ::knock wood:: I've been weather-allergy-free for about a year. Each year it gets better and better. [still knocking wood and crossing fingers]
Southern California is getting hit hard this winter. The death toll keeps rising. I've never seen anything like it. Topanga Canyon has been closed for two days because of that two-story boulder that just happened to land in the one street that leads to the west side. And viewing footage of that horrible mudslide in La Conchita is shockingly surreal. It's just ... ::sigh:: the power of nature. Wow.
There's always one story in particular that has the same ring to it. Always, without fail, someone chooses to ignore barriers and drive through their regular route, thinking it can't be *that* bad. And always, without fail, that someone loses...in the most tragic way. A woman's car got stuck in the wash in Pamona. She and her three children were being heisted to safety by rescue workers. On the way up, she lost her grip on her 2-year-old daughter who was swept away in the raging waters of the wash. Rescuers found the body hours later. She was pronounced dead at a nearby hospital. The case is under homicide investigation. Ouch!
I have to admit, all the devastation puts my leaks and drips into perspective. I've taken pictures but the holes in the ceilings, the water stains and the measly buckets of water just don't compare to what's going on in other parts of the city, or in the next county (or in other countries)! I can handle a little rain in my apartment. I'm blessed to still be alive and still have a home. So much to be thankful for.
...'cept now I can't leave. The power-outage last week tripped a few things in the main parts of the building. Today the garage parking gate is locked shut. There's no release button (like on a normal gate) but that's par for the course in this lovely hole. So, our cars are trapped. I have dogs to attend to.