Instead of seeing the snow wash away in the next couple of days, we're likely to have it off and on all the way to Christmas. I'm not sure I've ever seen this much snow on my deck (and there's more now - the photo is from early this morning.)
Z. sang one "Messiah" yesterday afternoon, but the evening performance was canceled. That meant she could be at home for The Swing Years' Christmas show, perhaps in time to hear Eartha Kitt sing "Santa Baby," my all-time favorite guilty pleasure Christmas song (except for Elvis singing "Blue Christmas," of course.)
Today she had to mush through the snow and compete with Seahawks' fans for bus space, because the Sunday matinée went on as scheduled, with a reduced, but valiant chorale. Raise up a toast to what we do for love.
L and D are still in Florida, probably for another couple of days. Just as well, since their connecting airline has canceled all flights into and out of SeaTac tonight.
This morning's snow was light and powdery. Now it's heavier and wet - perfect for snowballs, as I discovered when the "neighbors" in the new condos across the street used my front door as a target tonight. Life is never dull.
PS: We almost NEVER get icicles in Seattle.
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