Sunday, 4 December 2022
at home
I finished reading the fascinating and terrifying A Deadly Wind, which has been my bedtime chapter book this past week.

If we had a storm like that here (which it seemed to somewhat bypass), my double wide and other single and double manufactured homes all over the peninsula would surely be blown to bits. It is a comfort that, before we moved to this house, it survived the 2007 storm.
The human fatalities were tragic, often caused by falling trees or by heart attacks while cleaning up debris. I think my gardening friends will be interested in the impact on city parks, in Vancouver, B.C….

…Portland and Corvallis, Oregon…



…and Tacoma, Washington.

I have a craving for more diary memoirs but the second volume of the David Sedaris diaries is still in transit. Fortunately, I had a book by a favorite author, Julia Glass.

The very first paragraph thrilled me, followed by two more paragraphs about what it is like to live on a town like the ones on the peninsula where we live.


The annual patriotic parade:

The story, set ten years in our future in an increasingly warm and warring world, is told from several points of view, including a young man who has returned home after being traumatized by a terrorist bombing in New York and taken on a job as a landscaping helper.

I was chilled by the description by a character who spent some time in Michigan of how climate change was resulting in no fruit. We had a precursor of this with no apples this year and very few blueberries at a usually prolific blueberry farm.

By bedtime, I was 1/3 of the way through this perfect book for me. Regrettably, fine weather would drag me outdoors and postpone another full day of reading.
“The patience of moss.” So many wonderful turns of phrase. Thank you for these.
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Did that 1962 wind storm hit Seattle? Because if so, why don’t I remember it? Maybe I felt safe with my parents? I certainly remember several Thanksgiving Day storms as an adult.
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There is a chapter about it swaying the space needle and some really scary ferry rides in Seattle. Allan’s mom told me she and Allan were at the Seattle center when the wind kicked up and it was scary and they went home. But in Portland, getting home was scary and deadly with flying debris so it seems Seattle was not affected as badly. I don’t remember it at all.
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The sad thing about tree loss during windstorms is they are never quite replacement planted. A grove of douglas fir topples, a sequoia goes down…and oh the parks board or city declares a great re-planting scheme! Then they widen pathways, clear out spaces for benches, put in a bike lane – do all the amenities they never dared plan before because of, well, trees. A forest becomes….a tree park.
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Yes, the book was written just a few years ago and said the park never was as wild again.
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Your reading stamina is as impressive as your gardening stamina.
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🙂
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