Aside from that stuff at Christmas that was really ice pretending to be snow, we have not had much in the way of the white stuff this winter. And here we are, in late February, with a snowstorm.
This was the perfect kind of snow. It looked very pretty and also didn’t really stick on the roads, so things weren’t very snarled up.
Thanks, winter, for being so polite. And pretty.
What could be inside this gingham packaging?
Primer has been replaced by some great color. I bet Paul is excited to be getting such a good new coat of paint.
Paul has been blanketed in primer. I love the color swatch hanging from the temporary fence.
Outside Posies Bakery and Cafe in Kenton.
The answer is no, no we would not like more ice. But we got it!
It wasn’t terrible ice this time. The roads were okay and it mostly just made things look pretty. Like my flowering quince.
And the neighbors’ back porch
And even my garbage and recycling bins
Apparently there wasn’t much work to do during my work-from-home day. Good thing I could fill the time with tasks.
That 11:00 list? Library, x-mas stamps, grocery shop? That was optimistic. I thought the ice would have melted off by then, but it was just as slick as it was first thing in the morning. I made it to the library and back home, but it was no 20-minute round-trip journey. I made it to New Seasons, but Fred Meyer had to wait until the next day. The Christmas stamps weren’t bought until the next week.
Here’s a backyard visual. It doesn’t look bad, but man, it was tough to walk on. I used my trekking poles and they kept me upright.
I recall that I never posted a picture of the finished mural. Here it is. We’ve added some fantastic clouds in a purple sky. I don’t love this mural, but I like it better than a blank wall and I think it fits the occupant of the building (Disjecta Contemporary Art Center) quite nicely.
This flyer appeared at my Max stop this morning. What an unfortunate story. Martha Marie Morrison was murdered in 1974. Her siblings assumed she was reported missing, but she never was. I’m curious about the details of the story. As a 17-year-old she was already living with her boyfriend. She also suffered from psoriasis, which is something we have in common. This Wikipedia page has more information. It sounds like she had a hard life.
It’s still a few weeks to Thanksgiving, but that hasn’t stopped these apartments from decking their windows. Aside from being early birds, they have also chosen the “blob” method of holiday lighting.