snow

In Portland, as in Seattle (where I grew up), snow is a rare and magical thing. 

I can distinctly remember watching my fathers' weather reader for hours growing up.  The watch pot never boils.  But that didn't stop us. 

"Oh, oh! It says 36 degrees now.  It could snow at any moment..."

"Oh no! It went back up to 38 degrees. Dang...."

"Oh, back down to 37.."

And so on.  For countless hours.  Or at least until bedtime.

As I have grown older (not that I'm ancient or anything) the trill of snow has refused to abate.  Whenever the air gets nippy I start seeking weather information.  The TV news is turned to on.  The internet is honed into a frequently updated site.  I do frequent "step outside" checks, and of course, I do the peep my head around the curtain to and peer knowingly into the street lamp more times that I will admit here.

Still no snow.

I just checked again.  The speed and size of the precipitation around the street lamps looks a bit to fast and small.  Not quite snow.  But, moving quickly in that direction... or so I hope.

My mother and sister and I drove from Eastern Oregon today, back into Portland, and it would seem that snow is the name of the game everywhere but here. 

In fact, there is so much snow going around that the passes are for the most part closed (which made for an interesting detour around the mountain... and when it wasn't snowing the rain and standing water were enough to spike my blood pressure into that panic level... and I wasn't even the one driving).  

While I detest driving in bad weather, and, perhaps detest being a passenger in bad weather even more, I do in fact love snow.  I feel as though the day has been tainted.  Snow and bad weather when I was in no position to enjoy them, and now, snuggled up in bed, writing my blog, nothing but cold, wet, rain. Boring.

The good news. There should be snow coming.  Or, so my aforementioned sources sources tell me.

Let it snow!