Friday, February 8, 2019

People Just Coped

I got an email from across the country wishing me well in the so-called snowmageddon that is promised for Seattle. Patience is in order. Omitting the melodrama of broadcast video weather reporting has saved me days of aggro since I quit tv. I can scan the weather report on line in two seconds. The e reserve is in good order. What else do I need? It's fantastic luxury to face the week-end knowing the go-fer will bring home abundant vegetables and fresh fruit to see us through whatever develops. 

I've experienced my share of significant northwest weather events, and there wasn't that much to them, because I keep house the way my grandmother did in her parents' homestead cabin on the Olympic peninsula. Some depth in low-tech food storage and a meaningful supply of down bedding fill immediate needs. 

It was my sad privilege to join a friend at a historic restaurant in the Pike Place Market during the bitter days after Katrina hit. New Orleans was blacked out and drowning. My friend had lived, studied, and partied in the city for twelve years. We met to drink breakfast and pray. The waiter found out why we were there and brought a round on him. Karen, who was never able to resist joking that every Seattle woman owned her own chain saw, said that the people of the city had no tradition of field experience and no place to practice anyway.

Smug is not in order. I made an executive wardrobe decision a year ago based on the assumption that global warming made a down stadium coat redundant. I'm stuck in the house unless I decide to emulate street style to layer trousers and cover them with a skirt -30-

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