Sunday, December 21, 2008

We thought we had snow . . .

I've been reading weather sites a little more often lately. I noted that in Seattle, Dec. 20 and Dec. 21 are equally the shortest days of the year. I believe it's the first day of winter. Not too hard to believe. See photo and video of outside our front door.

It started snowing about 4 p.m. on the 20th. It had more or less kept up until now (7 p.m.) on the 21st. Who knows how many inches. Church was cancelled. The Bishop made phone calls and got people in the ward together with others who live close and encouraged them to have sacrament meeting in designated homes. We only have one couple within hiking distance. They are in their 90s and mostly homebound anyway -- we go over about twice a month and bring them the sacrament on a regular basis. Taft and the Bishop's son went down and visited them and did the sacrament for them.
We did try to go visit somewhat as it let up a little this afternoon. We couldn't get the car on to the road from the side of the road -- we just spun and slid. Abandon plan. We might have made it if Trey and Taft both pushed, but we would've got stuck somewhere else. And we don't own chains.

The good part is that it really is pretty. And we didn't get another windstorm with it. Everyone has power. We just can't go anywhere. I suppose that's not entirely bad.

We may stay here until Christmas. Hopefully not, since Grandpa and Grandma Knowles are flying in on Christmas Eve and would like a ride from the airport.




Thursday, December 18, 2008

Seattle Snow

O.K. This is the trial run. I'm not saying much this time (I may never say too much), but I'm trying it out. Today is a "snow day" in Seattle. When we moved here they told us that it only snowed every 7 years or so -- at least a big snow. Well . . . we are beginning our 3rd winter and EVERY SINGLE year we have had school-closing-don't-anyone-drive snow. Today is one of those days. So here's a photo or two and some video clips to verify it all. The pictures and video are in front of our house in our culdesac.