Drastic Weather
I'm in whining mode right now. After spending two glorious weeks in warmth and sun and warmth, I came home to cold and rainy Seattle, flew to Vegas for a few days (it was cold there too) and now, back home for less than a week, have had two snow days. It's in the teens and 20s, and if I'm lucky, the temperature will climb into the 30s.
Snow evidence for all of you who care. The first two pics are of the patio on the Park Rose Terrace, my apartment building.
This picture is the view of the water (Lake Union) down the street from my house. It's very pretty, framed by trees covered in snow. Unfortunately, you're not able to see that car on the right is the first of four cars that slid into each other.
And this picture is of the Park Rose Terrace from the sidewalk.
Now, for those of you that live in places with real snow and are now hilariously laughing at how a few inches could bring a city to its knees and turn me, normally sunny and cheerful, into a whiney mess, I need to point out a few things. First, I've been told that this is a freak weather year, a fact that I may or may not be around to verify in future winters, but still, highly unusual for a city that deals well with rain, but not snow and ice. This is compounded by knowing that until less than a year ago, I had lived my entire life in a geographic area where snow was a destination to be driven to and frolicked in, not a fact of life. Thus, I'm somewhat unequipped to deal with snow (as you may have already picked up in previous blogs). And finally, some evidence of the good life in Panama a short time ago, where life was glorious and the weather was warm. (BTW, Panama write-up will be posted soon).
Panama was warm. I had beaches (Isla Contadora and Red Frog in the Bocas Islands).
I had verdant jungle (Parque Natural Metropolitano, a national park within the city limits).
And palm trees (this is outside of my hotel room on Isla Canerero in the Bocas Islands).
I'm not bitter or anything. Really, I'm not.