It started out as novel - Snow! In the Portland area! At freakin' Christmas! There were snowball fights, exuberant bursts of laughter, hopes for a white Christmas... Then, it just kept coming. And sticking. And freezing. Smiles turned downward. Chains were mounted. Portland closed down for about a week (except for Oregon Ballet Theater, but that's another post). No work. No shopping. No separation from one's family except when locked in desperation in the bathroom for a few minutes.
For the most part, we did all right. It had the makings of a survival novel, but alas, we did not need to call in Sebastian Junger to write about our storm. Nobody died or had to eat cat food or go without power. We did not need to burn the kids' toys for heat. In fact, there were blessedly few arguments, although I don't doubt that each adult present quietly cursed at least one of the others at some point. The biggest inconvenience was that we all had to pile into the truck if we wanted to get off the property - so getting to Starbucks was a bit of a bitch. And, it did cause Christmas to have a bit of a "What, another day at home with my family? How quaint!" kind of feel to it.
This video is from a ride Jay and I took up into the hills just east of us. It was lovely and will be my favorite video in August when I need to cool down.
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