A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
We live halfway up a hill, and when the heavy rains came most of the water ran down it to torment the neighbors below us. It's still running along the parkway, a bit of disputed territory between the county and the city.
The city had just poured tar and gravel on the streets, and the black cloth in the drains interferred some with proper flow. There were temporary fountains and little gravel beaches when the water subsided.