Tacoma, you know I love you but . . . the living’s just a bit too easy what with all those snowy mountains, mild temps and year-round greenery. Now that I’m back home, I can admit to the world what I hold most dear:
- snow on top of ice
- sub-zero temperatures
- sub-zero temperatures with high winds
- sub-zero temperatures with high winds and ice underfoot
This morning, for example.
Outside temperature at stumble-to-the-coffeemaker time? 2.4 degrees Is that all you’ve got, Mother Nature? Not even a minus sign??
Major outdoor accomplishment of the day so far? Maneuvering with sealskin mitts to unlock car door, drive to voting place, park in ice-covered lot, disembark vehicle balancing hot coffee and shoulder bag while attempting to lock car with same sealskin mitts encompassing hands like huge bandages, and struggle up hill on icy pavement for one block facing into the wind.
Repeat outdoor triumph, except this time balancing a plate of sugar cookies purchased from adorable school children trying to raise money for a trip to France, and having the wind at my back pushing me downhill on same icy pavement.
Mission Accomplished. I may just wear my “I Voted” sticker for the next three days to prove my mettle.
Post Script: I dropped the plate of cookies on the floor of the heated, underground parking garage at work.