The
talk all over town is Snow. It’s not going to happen. We are
sitting about three degrees too warm to get the good old white stuff,
but you know–it doesn’t stop the old timers in town from reminiscing
and even hoping. There’s something about snow.
Our
neighbors to the North in Seattle are relating a different story. They are
all in a dither over their "dusting" and are telling tales. Fish
tales, I suspect. Heh. I’m just jealous. So who knows,
maybe their snow is a real BLIZZARD. For the Northwest, even an
inch is something to write home about.
In ’94, SPU had a brand
new President who just happened to hail from Ohio. Now, it SNOWS
in Ohio. So, when he woke up one morning and saw a winter wonder
land out his kitchen window, he promptly called in and canceled
classes for the entire DAY–one week from finals. Ha, ha,
ha. Those of us who knew better, pretended not to and stayed home
to play in the snow in the morning and then write papers all
afternoon. Win-win. The new President didn’t last the
year. I think he went back to where Snow is Snow–not a three
hour media event.
In
’96, the flakes were just beginning to fall when we left the hospital
with Boy Wonder. He was 5 weeks early and we weren’t prepared for
just how many diapers we would need. Not to mention the amount of
formula (because Mr. Independent wouldn’t breastfeed, TYVM!) a
six pound baby can put down. Anyhow, a few days later we were
completely snowed in–the joys of living on Queen Anne Hill. The
one thing we knew from previous snow events, you don’t drive down the
hill when it’s snowing. BAD IDEA. ( Someone really should
share that bit of Info with the Metro Bus Drivers.) Heh.
Anyhow, that meant poor IZ had to hike down the hill to the
nearest drug store and then hike back up carrying all the loot.
He had the presence of mind to also buy food and a good bottle
of Champagne, as I recall. I remember watching him walk out to
face the field of white and thinking how amazing all that white
was. New, fresh–peaceful. Just like the brand new baby I
was holding in my arms.
I guess I’m hoping for a little snow, too.
