"How are you going to deal with all that rain?" "Don't you get depressed with all the rain?" "You know it rains there every day, right?" These are just a few of the dozens of interrogations I endured while planning my relocation to Seattle. My reply was usually, "It only rains in the winter, and it's always 50 degrees."
Nobody said ANYTHING about SNOW. I thought I was escaping bitter Boston for a temperate, easy winter. I guess I shouldn't complain -- I've gotten about six snow days so far this year, as in, "One inch of snow: work is closed". And I'm salary so they pay me to stay home. Now living on Queen Anne, I can see why one inch of snow becomes such a big deal. Last night we got two inches and this morning I watched three cars in a row, including a 4 wheel drive Explorer and a Land Rover, attempt the hill by my house and promptly turn sideways and slide back down. The Explorer missed being clocked by a sedan by literal inches as they both slid out-of-control down the hill and into the middle of the intersection -- a slow-motion catastrophe that nobody could prevent. And this was a brick street.
I watched this happening as the Golf slid backwards and I quickly guided it into its parking space and got out of the car.
There's no plows here, no salt, sometimes somebody has sand if there's an icy patch. The whole city is paralyzed. It usually only happens once every other year or so -- an overnight inch of snow, the city in an uproar, and then we go on with our rainy lives. But this has just been one crazy storm after another here, the 50 mph winds, 20 degree temperatures, freezing streets, no electricity, hail, snowstorms -- I'm beginning to miss the mild and cozy Northeast.
The Uberskoot, anxiously awaiting spring.
The street the Golf could not ascend. Beyond it, the street the Land Rover could not ascend.
So much for flowers.
I'm going to go make a snowman. Read the PI.
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