It rarely snows in my area but we are getting a rare treat this week. We have had snow for 3 days now and it looks like we might have a couple more days of the white fluff.
It's funny how the snow is selective in our area. When leaving my house on Saturday, it looked like we were living in a snow globe. White puffs swirled around our car. "Mom, is it safe for us to drive in this?", asked my oldest son. Does he not remember that we lived in NH for a year. Driving in WA will be a piece of cake (or maybe not with the lack of preparation, but that's another story). "Momma, look....snow! Santa's coming.", chimed in my 3 years old. If only that's how things worked.
Normally I would appreciate the snow from my personal globe...under the warm covers, cat snuggled in, book in hand, with a fire going. Not today, today was my play day. My mom and I venture into Seattle each month for a musical or two....and possibly a symphony every now and then. Today we were going to see "West Side Story." One of my favorite classic movies. As we got closer to my mom's house (30 minutes away), the snow began to disappear. Not a trace of white painted the sides of the freeway. This isn't strange.....in our area, you can go city to city and get different weather in each spot. The saying is, "If you don't like the weather, drive a little farther."
My boys were bundled up in anticipation of sledding down grandpa's hill...only to find that no snow existed. Oh well, maybe next time. Grandpa had plenty planned anyway: gingerbread trains to make, Twister to play, and rough housing to wear them out.
My mom and I got on the ferry and began to chat. Out of the corner of our eyes, we noticed big tuffs of snow swirling outside our window. They were dancing to get our attention. I couldn't help but stare out the window. The white blotches against the dark Puget Sound was breathtaking. The ferry began to slow and my focus began to broaden. It was so foggy, plus the snow made visibility difficult. Well, this was going to be a fun day.
As we carefully exited the ferry, we decided that walking up the hills to the theatre was probably not a safe bet. We began to look for a taxi. The orange/yellow cabs were nowhere to be found. My mom finally spotted one, but was told that the roads were too slick to drive up the hills. He was going home. Are you kidding me? There was maybe 3 inches of snow, and that's being generous. OK, we started to walk but kept our eyes open for another taxi. Snowflakes clung to everything that was available. My coat, hat, hair, eyelashes...were all covered in individual flakes.
We spotted another taxi...yeah! My boots with heals and no tread were not gripping well (WA doesn't know how to salt their roads or sidewalks.). We quickly got into the taxi, only to discover that he was only driving us a few blocks. He was afraid to drive up the hills as well. Now being a Jersey girl, this blew me away. The taxi's I know would be doing donuts in the roads...not going home because there was a dusting on the ground. We were thankful for the short break from the icy sidewalks though.
After we were dropped off, the comedic events continued. We saw store owners blowing the snow with their leaf blowers. Yes, no shoveling but leaf blowing. People had cameras out taking pictures...it was a sight to behold.
Once we arrived at the theatre, we entered , took our seats, and was then taken away to another time for a few hours. Afterwards, the snow had stopped and the roads were puddles of murky water. The white that decorated the city was quickly fading away. It was beautiful while it lasted but I'm sure the taxi drivers were thankful for the reprieve.