OK, I love snow, but this is kind of ridiculous.
It snowed again on Thursday morning, and then again last night. And each time, it snowed a lot. Thursday morning I attempted to go to work, in the pouring snow. My sweetie came with me, because we were nervous about the driving. And rightfully so: when we turned the corner to go down the hill, we sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid out of control to the bottom. Very slowly, but still: I was scared. It didn't help that there was a kid sledding on the hill. In the street. When we got to bottom, I turned to my sweetie, and said, "I'm not going to work." We returned home and had a two-hour snowball fight with the neighborhood kids (and their parents). (Embarrassingly, my throwing arm and all down my right side were really sore on Friday and Saturday. Sheesh.)
Then last night, this:
Can you tell we had a huge snowball fight in our backyard on Thursday? The snow was all torn up. There were snow angels. Really, there were.
See the arrow pointing out the walkway in front of house? This walkway was totally cleared yesterday morning. We are responsible homeowners! We shoveled the walk! Sigh.
For Christmas, I got my sweetie tickets to the Jets game. People around here keep calling it the Seahawks game, but what do they know? Anyway, the game is today. I don't know how we're going to get there. Seattle is totally unprepared for snow. They never plowed after Thursday, so all this new snow is on top of packed three-day-old ice. People are trapped in their homes. As someone who grew up with snow and snow plows that start going even before the snow has started accumulating, I am finding this a little maddening. My sweetie saw the city official in charge of streets clearing on the news, and they asked him how he planned to deal with this. His answer was essentially, "Hopefully it will get warmer."
We're thinking if we go to the game we will start early. Maybe we will walk.