What a difference a week makes
December 21, 2010 | Just a few days ago, it was summer in the desert — sunny, warm, clear skies. Over the weekend colossal clouds moved in bringing dreary skies and rain — lots of rain.
Saturday evening, Réal and I drove into Los Angeles to see Leslie Jordan's one-man Christmas show, Deck Them Halls, Y'all, and it absolutely poured all the way in and all the way back. By the next morning, the rain had moved into the desert and hasn't gone away since.
On the valley floor the rain has raised havoc with the roads. Through-streets that cross any of the washes have been turned into no-go streets. The remaining streets, of which there are precious few, have become stop-and-go lots. Getting from A to B entails a circuitous route through K, D, M, Z, and other points. The whole mess is exacerbated, of course, by the fact that the town is clogged with snowbirds who can't drive under the best of conditions, and they are gob-smacked by all the road closures. A quick trip into Palm Springs to return my library books this afternoon, normally a 15-minute excursion, took nearly 40 minutes.
Trying to be optimistic, when the clouds finally clear the mountains are likely to be blanketed with snow — and lovely, from a distance.
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