Pineapple Express

The rain started Friday morning. It came down without stopping all day, throughout the night, and the drizzle continued into Saturday morning.

They're saying it's a "ten year record", the "largest storm in ten years."

Pineapple Express is what they call it when a warm, wet wind comes ashore in California from the Southwest - that is, from Hawaii.

At 11:00 am on Saturday, I put a straight-sided container out on the deck to start measuring the rainfall.


Here's what it looked like Sunday morning at 10:00. Can that be right?

At 12:30 on Saturday, [The Man I Love] and I were in Westwood, where he had an appointment and I was going to join him for lunch. The rain was pouring down. The gutters were flowing with water. I ran some errands, and then we changed our lunch plans to go somewhere closer to home.

We found a seaside dining room, overlooking the beach. Grey storm clouds loom overhead.


People stroll by with umbrellas, or walking dogs.

Here's an adventurous guy taking advantage of the high surf.


We drove home up the coast highway.


And up the mountain road to home. Earlier this week, we had planned to get our Christmas tree Saturday from our local nursery. Even though we weren't optimistic, we decided to swing by their place.


Closed up, just as we thought. No tree Saturday.

The rain is still coming down. I called the nursery this morning - a very chilled-sounding young man told me they were open for another couple hours, but would be closing by noon.

No Christmas tree today either!

Stay warm and dry everyone!