We are getting a really bad one here today. The wind is blowing about 40 miles an hour and it is raining with vigor.
When I moved here 25 years ago, I remember getting these November storms. I lived in Seattle at the time and inevitably the power would go out.

I would load up the fireplace with firewood to keep the place warm. Then I would go on a writing campaign. I would write long letters to my grandmother. She loved to read them.
I remember visiting her one time and she had those letters stacked proudly in the dining room in the order they came. I choked up a little seeing those letters. They meant a lot to her.
I miss writing letters, I love the feel of a nice pencil in my hand.
And of course, I miss my grandmother.
And it all comes full circle as our daughter and family. in Seattle just sent us photos of their camping night. They are without power on this fierce and blustery night. I believe Arthur, the three year old, is treating it as an adventure.








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