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It is really pretty out there. There's snow in some areas, freezing rain in others. My 'easy' route to Newberg goes through Sherwood and Tualatin. The school districts in both have closed for the day. So has the school district where work is, the school district where I live, Newberg school district (which would be on snow routes if it was only bad up at the elevation of my parents' house - closed means it's bad down near the city, too), and everything in the vicinity of the town where I need to pick up Basta's shots appears to be closed too.
High in the mid-30s. I seriously doubt it will thaw out enough to go to most of the places I planned. There is a chance that mid-afternoon I can get to Newberg, and if it looks good I will, but only if it looks good. Otherwise I'll skip that and just do the local stuff. Snow day. I get to take photographs and play World of Warcraft (a lot of the to-do list can be done from home, but not so much that I won't get to play).
The road reports for the freeways don't actually look that bad but in this weather, if I didn't have the day off, I would work from home and not go into work because of the side streets. I'm pretty sure that means that going to Newberg (which, although I can do it almost entirely on highway/freeway, means going over Rex Hill at about ) is a bad idea. Oh, wow. Okay, the traffic reports online show no major issues. The verbal one on the radio tells me that the steady-no-accidents is steady at about 10 miles per hour. I don't think the freeway is in good shape either!
When I first saw it, my heart ached. This weather killed my Dad. It's hard to see. And then it hit me - first, I've always loved snow. Second, from the way he photographed it, either he loved it or he loved other people's love of it. And third, this didn't kill him. If the weather had been like this, he would probably not have gone, or would have gone with chains on very cautiously. Bad luck and borderline weather did, but not this.
I wish he could see it - I hope he can, from somewhere. I think he might like it, and if he didn't, I think he'd enjoy my love of it.
Scott called when he got to work to tell me that he was there safe (we normally email for that, smart man, as I would've called if I'd not had anything by not long after he called!), and also to tell me I probably didn't want to go anywhere today. I think he's right, unless the afternoon really does a number. (Though if it melts the snow and the roads are safe, I might dare to go to the library, locally.)
Happy birthday to me, I get a snow day!
High in the mid-30s. I seriously doubt it will thaw out enough to go to most of the places I planned. There is a chance that mid-afternoon I can get to Newberg, and if it looks good I will, but only if it looks good. Otherwise I'll skip that and just do the local stuff. Snow day. I get to take photographs and play World of Warcraft (a lot of the to-do list can be done from home, but not so much that I won't get to play).
The road reports for the freeways don't actually look that bad but in this weather, if I didn't have the day off, I would work from home and not go into work because of the side streets. I'm pretty sure that means that going to Newberg (which, although I can do it almost entirely on highway/freeway, means going over Rex Hill at about ) is a bad idea. Oh, wow. Okay, the traffic reports online show no major issues. The verbal one on the radio tells me that the steady-no-accidents is steady at about 10 miles per hour. I don't think the freeway is in good shape either!
When I first saw it, my heart ached. This weather killed my Dad. It's hard to see. And then it hit me - first, I've always loved snow. Second, from the way he photographed it, either he loved it or he loved other people's love of it. And third, this didn't kill him. If the weather had been like this, he would probably not have gone, or would have gone with chains on very cautiously. Bad luck and borderline weather did, but not this.
I wish he could see it - I hope he can, from somewhere. I think he might like it, and if he didn't, I think he'd enjoy my love of it.
Scott called when he got to work to tell me that he was there safe (we normally email for that, smart man, as I would've called if I'd not had anything by not long after he called!), and also to tell me I probably didn't want to go anywhere today. I think he's right, unless the afternoon really does a number. (Though if it melts the snow and the roads are safe, I might dare to go to the library, locally.)
Happy birthday to me, I get a snow day!
