Can one make a home in Vancouver and not, at some point, do some serious meditation on precipitation, most particularly the rain?

Of course this is a rhetorical question.  My rubber boots were in fact dusty when I dragged them out of the closet this morning, but, by the time I got to the office (I haven’t spent a Friday morning in my office in months now) the rain and I had reached an agreement.  I will suit up–boots, rain coat, cardigan–step out, and embrace this sloshy respite from the sun, in exchange for watered tomatoes, clean sidewalks, and a few days of bicycle riding and rock climbing next week.  After all, no one will be making the drive to Squamish this weekend anyway.

The rain does induce a pleasant kind of coziness that makes snuggling up on the couch with a hefty stack of final exams just a little bit easier.  Claire explains it well.

My favorite rainy day Vancouver activity? A trip to Go Fish for tuna-nori tacones:

(grilled ahi, nori, cabbage, tomatoes, wasabi mayo and just a sprig of cilantro, all wrapped up–so sweet and hot and fishy)

For some reason, the marina is at its loveliest under gray skies.

The stegosaurus is nicely camouflaged in the herb garden.

This is Justin’s photo from the spring, me opening wide for a bite coconut curry fish soup.  Note Salmon tacone and wasabi cole slaw in foreground. yum!