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Worrying about the weather is such a Seattle thing to do. Scandinavians don’t care. There is a saying in Denmark (or maybe in all of Scandinavia) that there is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing.

But we’re still in Seattle and now I’m freaking out over the predicted weather for tomorrow evening. A few days ago the weather predictions were abysmal. It was supposed to be rainy and 58! Mind you, Marissa’s going-away party for us is to be a garden party.

As the week went on, the weather predictions were improving. Slowly, chances of rain diminished and the temperatures were inching up. But today it’s still not looking too good. The day’s stormy – one minute it’s hot and sunny and the next rain is pouring down and it gets so cold, I almost (almost) turn my car seat heaters on.

I have a busy day. My son, William, has a dentist appointment and then I’m at the hairdressers getting my hair done for three hours. I finally make it over to Marissa’s around 2pm. We go out for a late lunch and then are running errands for the next couple of hours, getting things for the party.

Marissa has it all under control. Her neighbor provides very nice lighting in her back yard. I try to help, but it seems that everything is lined up perfectly for tomorrow. It’s almost time to say good-bye to Seattle.