Where's the rain? And the Mexicans?

So literally every time I've told anyone that I'm moving to western Washington, they've gone on some rant about how the rain is nonstop and extremely depressing. I've had the luck of having no more than a brief drizzle since I've been here, the temperature is perfect, in the 70s, and the sun is shining. I don't know how long this will last, but when the rain (and evidently, floods) arrive, I will be ready with my rain jacket and rubber boots (thanks Kayla).

Also, I thought I lived in "white" places growing up in Boulder and attending Vassar. Since I've been in Morton, I have seen all of like 2 nonwhite people, and they were workers at the Mexican restaurant in town. My position at the high school in Mossyrock (about 10 miles from where I'm living) involves working with Spanish speakers, many of them recent immigrants. Sooo I guess I will have to assume that all of the minorities are concentrated there, which is weird....

It was also strongly recommended to me that Liz and I befriend the local police, so they keep an eye on our place. We made them cookies yesterday, tried to bring them over but no one was there to let us in. I hope that was a good sign--that they were out keeping Morton citizens safe. We're going to try our delivery again today, in addition to looking for more furniture so that our place looks like a real home rather than the hot mess that it is right now.

Tomorrow is our first day of orientation/training. We're spending it on the "challenge course," meaning lots of team-building activities, learning each other's names, etc. I'm ready for the work to begin so I no longer feel like a bum.