This is day 2 of Portland's big snowstorm, which by most standards is really a pretty small snowstorm, but here it is a big event. Gerrie is ready to pack up and head back to California (see yesterday's comments), but I am into it. I am "one" with the snow. It is very peaceful. Which is not to say that I couldn't get pretty tired of it eventually, but for now I am enjoying the beauty and the enforced relaxation and watching the birds at the feeders in the yard. Yesterday I did some design work for a future project and today I may even do some stitching. Ray is refinishing cabinets in the downstairs bathroom and I may lend a hand in there as well.
I am sorry for people who have to go out on the treacherous roads, but I am content to stay put for now. Yesterday the school district my daughter teaches in was the only one in the area that did not announce closures, so she had to drive to the school only to find out they had decided, in the meantime, to close, so she had to drive home again. She is home today. When I was growing up in Idaho snow was a way of life and we just drove through it and school went on as usual. It is rare enough here that the city isn't equipped to keep the streets clear. It is also the case that it usually isn't cold enough here to keep the snow from getting icy and really difficult to negotiate. So we hunker down and enjoy it if we can. We may not see this again for several years.