After driving to work in the cold gray rain (and marveling anew at how many people in Portland of all places don't know how to drive in the rain), I get to my desk and half an hour later
snippy calls.
"Do you have access to a window?" she asks.
Yes. I look outside to see huge fat snowflakes. Lots of them. Apparently it chilled down quite rapidly, and all that rain has turned into big, fat, fluffy snowflakes. So I marveled at the snow for a while.
It didn't stick. Not here downtown, anyhow, though rumor has it that it accumulated quite rapidly in some outlying provinces of the mighty Portland Metro Area. And by now (1:30 p.m.) it has stopped snowing downtown.
Which is just as well. I'm supposed to drive Twoson down to visit with his dad for four days, and I'm just as happy not to have to deal with snow on the way. Or find my trip foiled by heavy snow (or more precisely, by the idiocy of people who don't know how to handle it).
snippy and I are looking forward to having a four-day holiday from parenthood. Twoson is a great kid, but even great kids are work.
"Do you have access to a window?" she asks.
Yes. I look outside to see huge fat snowflakes. Lots of them. Apparently it chilled down quite rapidly, and all that rain has turned into big, fat, fluffy snowflakes. So I marveled at the snow for a while.
It didn't stick. Not here downtown, anyhow, though rumor has it that it accumulated quite rapidly in some outlying provinces of the mighty Portland Metro Area. And by now (1:30 p.m.) it has stopped snowing downtown.
Which is just as well. I'm supposed to drive Twoson down to visit with his dad for four days, and I'm just as happy not to have to deal with snow on the way. Or find my trip foiled by heavy snow (or more precisely, by the idiocy of people who don't know how to handle it).