I KNEW it would rain.

I went to school today knowing it would rain, and dressed for it. It didn't rain in San Marcos until I got out of Anthropology after three, but it was still darned cold (for Ca) before then. I wore two jackets, one water proof, and a scarf to combat the cold. But somehow, people were walking around school in t-shirts and shorts!
What the heck?!
Were they trying to look cool or a certain way or something? I don't know, it didn't make sense to me. I mean I know that some people can handle the cold better than others, so they could wear less. Ok. That's fine. But what if that's not really the case and their just wishing it was summer still?! And what happens when it is summer? What less can you wear?!
Needless to say, when it did end up raining, I was glad I'd worn what I had. And I was again grateful for the multi-functionality of the scarf. Disembarking from the Sprinter at Melrose it was raining a bit and I was listening to my iPhone and my ears were cold. So, not wanting to ruin Sam's headphones from water damage and wanting to warm my cold ears, I pulled the scarf up, around and over my head! Awesome! I know I looked like a babushka for a few but hey, I was comfortable.
I found a lot of beauty in the world today, in people, conversation, the sky, the sound of wind and rain, the sight of lightning, of the blankets of clouds. For me, foggy, cloudiness is comforting. See, I've grown up in sunny southern California and I've become very fond of fogginess. It probably has something to do with my affinity for the Monterey Bay area and its predilection for fog. I have many good memories in that area and a lot correlate to fog. Thus, the fondness.
So, where some of my fellow southern California residents (and especially my friends from the PNW) bemoan the foggy, overcast, marine layered days, I rejoice!

A big lesson for me today was patience, especially in communication. I have so much to learn, that much is readily obvious. I am grateful I get to practice living with four other people here, at home before I do it with strangers. I realize the dynamics will be radically different with those people with whom I will eventually share a dwelling. Yet many basic principles will remain. Careful listening, mutual respect, honesty, collaboration, and so on.
It's a fabulous life I live.