04 May 2013

Omelette Weather

It looks like the weatherman is predicting egg yolks. Enough for an omelette. A couple of omelettes, even. We don't get that here in May, very often. I'm not complaining, mind. Just sayin'.

It happened in 1995. I came to Seattle from Michigan for a job interview, and had three days of weather… well… like this. I don't know how much the weather had to do with it, but they offered me the job, and I took it.

In June, I came back with Scarecrow and Tuffy to find a place to live for ourselves and five English setters. That was an adventure in itself, but it took place in weather pretty much like this.

Having been here ever since, I've found that egg yolks are real rarity in a weather forecast for May, and not much more likely for June.

That's OK. I don't feel like I'd been misled. I figured the stereotype of the gray, rainy Pacific Northwest had to be based on something. I remembered the gray, rainy year I spent in Portland, before my time in Michigan. It didn't come as a surprise.

The drippy gray weather wears on you after a while, and I whine about it, like everybody here does, but I don't really mind. It's just the price you pay for being able to truly appreciate omelette weather. After a long, gray, drippy winter, it's hard to overestimate the effect a bright sunny day can have on one's outlook on life.


  1. Usually I LOVE the omelette weather that comes to us so sporadically in the Spring and the Fall, but I worry about how I am going to deal with it this year. Today, I had a hell of a time just getting out of bed. Either I am having a relapse or I am being particularly temperature sensitive. Of course this happens on the weekend when no doctors are available to consult.

    Okay, I'm done with my whine. I still like the omelette weather.

  2. It was hot yesterday -- almost 80 and humid! Wha?? I think the ice pack is going to come out sometime today.

    The flip-side of the dreary weather... years ago I lived in a place outside of Flagstaff with 12 foot south-facing windows. Actually it was a converted barn. Having grown up in the PNW, I had it embedded in me that it was close to immoral to stay inside on a sunny day. Sometimes the continual sun felt relentless. I actually longed for a grey misty day so I could stay inside to eat ice cream and watch a movie guilt-free.

  3. I read this post awhile ago and enjoyed it but couldn't remember where I saw it - grateful you visited my blog so I could make it back here and rediscover it. Thanks!