A quote, from today’s Seattle Times:
Today’s radio broadcast included not only which schools were closed, but which streets were closed. Because when very steep hills are covered with snow and then get kind of icy, driving on them is a very bad idea.
I grew up in Chicago. I was a Midwestern scoffer, especially through my five years in Baltimore where they closed the schools at a prediction of an inch of snow. It snows every year in Baltimore.
My first winter in Seattle we had an honest to god snowstorm. Here, it snows more than about half an inch maybe every five years or so. The last time was 1996. That year, 1990, it snowed 18 inches during the day. I didn’t leave work early, I just made fun of those who did. Poor pitiful me. I wore my winter coat, winter boots, and a miniskirt to work that day. By the time I left, the busses were not running. People were abandoning their cars on the roads and on the highways.
I started to walk the five and a half miles home. I found a bus - o joy! It wasn’t going anywhere, but I got on it to get warm. Then I got off to keep walking. I passed a Gap store. I went in and bought the warmest pair of sweat pants they had, by then my legs were numb. I kept walking. I didn’t have a hat, but I had an ornamental scarf thing I wore over my coat, so I wrapped it over my head. Babushka. Crossing over the University Bridge, I started getting hypothermia: hallucinating, feeling warm, thinking I was in Russia (it was still snowing very hard), considering how nice it would be to lie down in the warm snow and rest. Hmm - rest in the snow, bad idea. No, nice idea. I used this arguement to get myself as far as the scuzzy Safeway store in the University District. I warmed myself up again, only had one more very big hill to climb up and down, then partway up, and then I’d be home. I got some groceries, I think. It all gets kind of foggy around this point. I did get home, saw many abandoned busses futher up my hill.
Didn’t go to work for several days. City shut down? Good fucking idea! No way do I want to cope with that shit ever again.
**Big hills + much snow = very, very bad shit!!! **
Take it from me, who knows.
-A former midwesterner, today curled up in bed still wearing her nightgown, with proper PNW kitty who is horrified by all that cold scary white stuff, neither of whom plan to leave the house until it is all gone. Which should be tomorrow, thank god.