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December 19, 2005

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Snow and Christmas ligths

I don't know what's worse. That it snowed? Or that the snow is gone?

Well, yes, I do know what's worse, and that's that the snow is gone. I had really hoped for a snow day to continue with my manic decluttering/cleaning/rearranging.

The weather guy had said freezing rain, and that's all I had my hopes set for. Freezing rain on Sunday night. But as I was getting ready to run downtown yesterday, I noticed that we were getting sleet, as the rain was making a thumping noise as it hit the house. Almost immediately, I got a call from a cow-orker, who was hoping for a snow day. And then I looked outside, and the ground was white. Wuhoo!

Sweetie came home from hanging with one of his brewing friends, and we agreed that we were probably going to be snowed in for days and that we should run to the store for snacks and beer. Driving to the store was not too big of a deal. An hour, a full shopping cart, and, well, let's just leave it at that, we were ready for anything. Driving back home was a little more exciting, and a little more time-consuming, with slippery roads and people driving like they had never seen snow before. And maybe they hadn't.

We get everything inside, everything necessary to do a lot of baking, make all manner of tacos and comfort food. and we put it all away, and then settle onto the couch (new! just like adults!!) looking out the window at the goosedown flakes coming from the sky.

I call my mother, who is in the great white north, and has some 8" on the ground now, and she, of course, is unimpressed. If I like snow so much, why don't I move home?

But that's the thing. I like snow so much because we never have it in Portland, and generally, because the city shuts down when we get some. It's like the whole city goes on holiday. (Well, everyone but essential services, and trimet drivers—no holiday for them). The news preempts all tv programming, with Storm Team coverage, and some poor rookie reporter is stuck in Troutdale, being practically blown over by the gorge winds and the vicious, vicious snow.

Posted at December 19, 2005

Comments

The same thing happens here when it snows, I'm sure the novelty is part of the appeal. I would think you would get more snow there, which goes to show what I know!

Posted by: neca at December 20, 2005 5:35 AM

For once in my life, I'm glad the snow melted in Portland, because I'm leaving Philly tonight to come home and had been worried that I'd be stuck, not able to land at PDX.

Posted by: Marisa at December 20, 2005 7:36 AM