We are experiencing the most snow on record in Portland. On the plus side, it is so bright that it nearly makes up for the lack of sun, it’s so pretty it makes our yard look that much less embarrassing, it’s really fun to watch people cross country skiing down the middle of the street, and it gives me an excuse to wear the giant downy jacket I bought at Ross back in October to complete my Margie Gunderson costume.

On the not so wonderful side of things, flights are having a tough time moving in and out of PDX. Max’s mom was supposed to arrive this past Saturday, but her flight was canceled. They couldn’t tell her when she’d be able to fly in so she didn’t re-book. So now we’ll see her in L.A….if we are able to drive out of here in two days. We were also supposed to have had a visit with my Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Ted who drove up here from San Luis Obispo to visit my cousin Jon and his family, but that also didn’t happen because we were thwarted by this crazy weather. Waaah waaaah.

Tonight the plan is to gather at my sister Laurie’s house for a Christmas Eve slumber party. My other sister Katie bought the three of us flannel pajamas for last year’s gathering, and we fully intend to make it a tradition. Katie will be skiing over here from her house. Then we’ll combine forces to construct a sled out of junk from the basement, onto which we’ll pile gifts and cookies and Henry, who as it turns out, isn’t much of a snow dog.

Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas Eve! Write a poem about winter if  you’re feeling it, and stick it in the comments. I’ll rehash an oldie but a goodie. Here’s my Ode to Winter:

My nose
It froze
It hurts when I blows

our street

my poor scooter in the backyard

our house

max scraping us a view out of the house

help me

icicle madness

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