Here's a great post-modern Christmas tree, mounted in what looks like an underground parking garage. It seems appropriate for this odd, torpid, unusually snowy holiday season.
Snow hasn't melted yet. L & D are still in Florida, so far as we know. This is the day they hope to get back, so we are thinking positive thoughts. The airport is slowly getting back to normal, according to radio reports.
I'm going to I and Z's house tomorrow night, taking along an overnight case (besides a bag of presents - that should make me the least popular person on the bus.) Current forecast is that we'll get more snow - or worse, freezing rain - just in time for Christmas Eve.
However, it's warmer than forecast already today, and weather in the PNW changes in the blink of an eye.
Yesterday I caught a bus home from downtown, after watching a string of Metro buses squeeze by an articulated coach that was stuck at a stoplight. SRO, but a nice Willie Nelson lookalike insisted I should let him "be nice for a change" and gave me his seat.
One reason I ride the bus is for the stories. On yesterday's ride, a man standing nearby told me about his uncles, who once upon a time, during a long-ago hard winter (sometime in the 30's, he guessed) pushed a Model T from one side of a completely frozen Lake Sammamish to the other.)
"They were smart enough not to drive - but I'm sure they were both drinking."
Lake Sammamish is not small. That must have been a notable winter.
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