Thursday, Grandpa Nelson and I walked to Zach’s Hot Dog Shack for lunch. It was cold and bright and bad weather is predicted for tomorrow, so we went while the going was good. By the time we were heading home, the sunshine had blown away and the wind had come up.
And I was woken up last night by rain slapping against my window. I listened to it for a long time.
The rain isn’t a surprise, I know. Portland gets rain. Lots of it.
But for Christmas week, we are also predicted to get temperatures well BELOW freezing. For days. That almost never happens when it rains. We either get wet and in the forties, or dry and freezing.
Wet and freezing means ice and snow on the streets. It means dangerous driving conditions on Christmas, when people want to go see family across town. It means no bus service or Lyft. Heck, even walking will be a slippery mess, with ice and puddles and frozen leaf-slime.
I am posting this lovely, peaceful picture of our courtyard with Christmas lights because it may be my last outside photo op for a while. Merry Christmas!!