It snowed. Again. The fence is buried, the van is buried, the road is buried. Everything is buried in 7-8″ of snow. Apparently there’s more on the way today. And tomorrow. And Monday. As for Tuesday, well, I’ll talk about that in a bit.
Here’s what the local supermarket looked like Thursday—early Thursday (by Friday I’m guessing even the raddiccio was gone, and possibly those working checkout eaten):
The bread shelves and dairy cases were empty. The only meat you could get was bison. Today, of course, no one will be going anywhere, unless employees and intrepid customers have skis and/or snow shoes. There again, it is Seattle…
We, of course, are well-stocked, with a beef and marrowbone stew bubbling on the stove, the freezer stuffed and fridge groaning. We have many bottles of wine and two full cases of beer. We have books, and a fire, and each other. And it’s so deliciously quiet and still. In some ways, I’m quite looking forward to the next week—
Here’s a map of Seattle’s snow-clearing plan:
Bearing in mind that Seattle has very few snow ploughs this is an extremely optimistic map. But you see that red circle around the neighbourhood with zero snow-clearing plans? That’s where we live.
We are at the bottom of a very steep hill. With overnight temperatures predicted to be around 12˚F (-11.1˚C) it will turn into a sheet of ice. There’s no ski lift or funicular; I do not have skis or treads for my wheelchair. Even if there was no more snow, I suspect I’ll be marooned for a long time. And as the mother of all snowstorms is probably heading our way on Tuesday, I’m beginning—despite our supplies—to get just a little fretful.
This morning I read Clifford Mass’s weather blog. According to European climate models (which I tend to find more accurrate than most), it’s very possible Seattle will see 10-16″ of snow:
Given that the forecasts for Friday were for about 4″ of snow, and here in our little pocket climate we had close to 7″, I’m feeling just a tad pessimistic. But, as with my political predictions, I’m very often wrong about weather. So at the same time—I really don’t have a problem with being paradoxical—I feel bizarrely cheerful and sure it will all work out just fine.
And, hey, wine, food, fire, books, and my sweetie… There are definitely worse things.
8 thoughts on “Deep and crisp and even”
I tagged you just now in my snow pics…
Well, it’s snowed here in Calgary. It’s -27 Celsius. That’s chilly even for Canada! Stay warm, N&K.
Crisp and clean and no caffeine! I’m miss Jeffery! Even if I don’t drink 7-Up.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine (beer works as well), and as long as you have the right “thou” things will come round in the end.
If you can’t stay warm try to stay dry.
Very true! May you find inspiration within the coziness!
I live downtown, right in that dense lattice of green on your plow map. We got a lot less snow than those further north and east, so the major roads weren’t that bad even before plowing. I had no problem getting out and walking, and I was grateful to be able to do so.
The scene at my local grocery store (QFC at Pike and Broadway) wasn’t much better than yours. I had planned on a big pot of cabbage and potato soup, but they were out of cabbage and potatoes (and carrots and celery and …) Instead, my stew pot was bubbling with an improvised hominy and peanut stew, along with cornbread and a barrel-aged winter ale. Comfort where we can find it.
Wishing you (and me) the best on Tuesday, when the Snowpocalypse comes.
I can’t say I’m much looking forward to it, sigh
Greetings from Buffalo, NY. We feel your pain. You got the right idea…stay in, read, nap, watch the pretty snow from the windows :)
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