The next 168 Hours. January 14, 2017


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It’s been an exciting second week of 2017

Snow dominated our days… lots and lots of snow. I realize snow is not a big deal for many but in this neck of the woods… it is!

Traditionally we don’t do snow well. We get snow which melts upon landing. We get snow which melts before landing. Sometimes we get snow which is immediately covered in ice. (Because, the warmer ocean currents collide with the frigid winter east wind that funnels through the Columbia River Gorge. The freezing wind slides under the rain clouds and we get ice instead of snow.) Ice is not fun. (Ice ball fights hurt.) So, when we get real snow we go a little nuts.

For the most part if snow is predicted we ignore it. Odds are with us that conditions will change and it won’t happen. Again, this week, snow was in our forecast. Dates and time of arrival slid up and down the prediction chart looking for that pinpoint accuracy.


On Tuesday our 10:00pm snow showed up in the afternoon instead. The foretold one to three inches turned into twelve, and… so far not much has melted and nothing is covered in ice. (Had a record low of 9 degrees last night. Brrr…. )

The beauty and quiet of falling snow is magical and a bit calming. But it was becoming clear, being that we already had five of the possible three inches predicted, that this was going to be a (fun?) adventure.


It wasn’t long before the lights started to flicker and the neighborhood fell into darkness. Well, as dark as snow will let it be. Mr.P dug out flashlights (which we didn’t have batteries for) and I pulled out candles.

Tip: Have unscented candles handy for emergencies. We endured a combination scent of pineapple-cilantro/pine/hazelnut latte. It got pretty potent after awhile. Feeling our way around in the dark started smelling like a good idea.

It snowed throughout the night and continued for most of Wednesday. YIKES! This was serious stuff. Mr.P decided we needed to assess the situation…

The twelve inches of beautiful, fluffy snow over powered our eight inch high boots. But being hardy souls we trudged on. Mr.P worked the fence line knocking snow off tree limbs hanging on power lines until… he dropped his 2×4 over the fence into the neighbors yard. (oops) We also noticed that we were going to have to find a way to clear off the satellite dish or we were going to be forced to actually talk to each other. (hmmm…)

We made our way to the front yard where Mr.P dug out his truck before heading across the street to help Sherry dig out her car and then over to help Evangelina as well. All while I was home digging out my car… all by myself!

I’m not sure why we thought the cars were important to get done… Our county has one snow plow and it is on vacation. (Probably in the Bahamas.)

After chores were done Mr.P had a little angelic fun.

Later that afternoon two of my favorite people (Linda and Weasy) showed up with emergency rations (Starbucks), had some lunch with us and worked on the puzzle from last week. (Making progress but not quickly.) Then …(and this is BIG)… son#2 showed up, got up on our roof and cleaned of the satellite dish!!! (YAY…We could finally see how others were dealing with all this white stuff. Yikes!! Not well.)

Along with all these extra concerns came incredible beauty, where the ordinary turns extraordinary… The maple tree that challenges Mr.P every fall turned into the most beautiful vision of snow-lace.


Soon (we hope) it will melt with the coming rain…(We always end up with rain.)…and all this will turn into a remember when memory.

Until then…