The last week here in the Pacific Northwest provided ample proof of the old adage that you should be careful what you wish for because you might get it. I've spent most of my life here in the Pacific Northwest wishing for a White Christmas.
Well, we've had snow for nearly a week now and I'm beginning to get cabin fever. Leslie needs the RAV 4 with four-wheel drive to get to work, and that pretty much leaves me stranded at home, unable to get to the YMCA or to stores I need to finish my Christmas tasks.
Snow, much less extended snow, is so rare, that the Puget Sound Area is quite unprepared for it. The city doesn't have a fleet of snowplows waiting to go into immediate action; judging from the conditions of the road in front of our house they must not have more than one or two dump trucks with plows in the whole city of Tacoma.
My son was supposed to fly in Tuesday from California bringing gifts, and we were going to send cookies and presents home with him. After reading local papers, I sent him several warnings, suggesting that it would be wiser not to come judging from long lines at the airport and strings of canceled flights.
Adding to my irritation, only one of the Christmas presents I ordered from Amazon has appeared, though the latest were due last Friday. I'm not really in much of a mood to go out and buy duplicate presents, though I'm tempted to do so for grandkids. Right now it looks like presents won't get here until after Christmas. Thank goodness I'm not the parent who has to convince them Santa Claus couldn't get to their house because there was snow outside!
I've barely managed to get out for my walks with Skye and still haven't managed to get a good picture of the snow, making me think that I really don't know snow well enough to get a good picture. Of course, it doesn't help that it's so cloudy that it's dark outside that even with all the light reflected off the snow I haven't managed to get a good picture of the Stellar Jays that are coming to the feeder.