Today is Day 6, or maybe 7, of dense all-day fog here in Seattle. Every once in a while it breaks around 4:00 and you get a smidge of daylight before the darkness returns, but otherwise it’s just a constant haze. This was today, all day.
This was Tuesday.
This was Sunday.
Ok I’ll stop. You get the point.
Initially I was enjoying the fog – it’s kind of dreamy and nice, and lends itself to cozy pj’s, hot coffee, Netflix and naps. You would think it would also lend itself to blogging, but apparently not so much.
However unfortunately now I think the fog is taking a toll on my mental state, clouding my ability to think or be productive. Kind of like how Halle Berry takes on the characteristics of a storm in X-Men, but way less useful or impressive. Note to self: pitch Marvel Comics on a new X-Men character named Fog, who uses her superpower to stare out the window while eating pita chips.
Even writing this stupid post about fog is proving difficult. I mean c’mon, Amy – it’s fog! Few things are more riveting. This post should write itself.
Even MORE unfortunately, the fog reminds me of scenes from Twilight, so I have spent an unhealthy amount of time thinking about vampires over the past week. That’s probably not something I should admit publicly. But seriously – did you see that movie? It was filmed in this region, so it’s only natural to assume those fangy bastards are running rampant right now, using the fog as a protective shield while they feast on the neighbor’s dogs and have sexy time with sullen teenage girls. I’m just waiting to see Edward Cullen scale a tree in my backyard with a dead squirrel hanging out of his mouth.
FURTHERMORE unfortunately, I fear the fog is exacerbating my hermit-like qualities. What is the point of leaving the house if you can’t see anything? And what is another word for hermit-like? Hermitish? Can you say, ‘She had a hermitish demeanor’?
Answer: YES, apparently you can, and more importantly please note the 5th definition of the word “Hermit” is “a spiced molasses cookie often containing raisins or nuts.” So I could be a hermit who loves to eat hermits. Best discovery of my day. I win. Victory for Fog (the superhero).
Like I said, this fog is not bringing out the best in me. I’m really hoping it clears before the weekend.
But The Fog has an archnemesis. The Children.
The Children expect to go outside and play and have fun. Can’t they see The Fog wants to sit indoors and stare out windows and sip savory soups? The Children want activity. The Fog wants a cardigan and slippers. The Children want to GO! The Fog wants to putter.
(We live in fog country, too. Can you tell?)
Yes, yes. The Children are definitely villains sometimes. I also appreciate the cardigan reference – The Fog’s uniform can be a full body knit cardigan. With slippers.
And plaid flannel jammies, right?
All I can think of is the movie The Fog, which I saw far too young and traumatized me forever with fog.
It’s misty/foggy here a lot too. I keep hoping we land a place in the PNW when we come back- so maybe I will get used to it?
It’s not usually so foggy so I bet you wouldn’t mind that. It’s the constant rain or cloudiness that you have be OK with (even with that, it’s still an amazing and gorgeous place to live, if I do say so myself). Future neighbors!
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You live in Seattle? Will you do me a favor sometime and go to Vashon Island for me? My favoritest author of my favoritest books lived there and wrote about it, and I’ve always wanted to see it. Betty MacDonald. My favorite author, that is.
When we lived in Ventura, it seemed we had fog every single day until about 3 or 4 in the afternoon. They called it “marine layer” but fog is fog.
Of course! It’s lovely. I’ll take pictures next time we go.