Isn't it funny when the weatherman predicts a winter storm and the whole city 'chains up' in preparation, only to have it be a false alarm? Portland was supposed to get snow and freezing rain tonight - at one point earlier in the week the forecast called for 6" of snow overnight. I found myself thinking I needed extra candles and maybe a large cannister of cocoa. Never mind that I have a cupboard full of candles and plenty of hot chocolate too. There's something about impending snowdrifts - even 6" ones - that causes my nesting instinct to shift into overdrive.
I love days when everything is cancelled and all there is to do is stay home and read. Unless, of course, I want to go somewhere. Or, heaven forbid, the power goes out. Then I get cranky. I am a spoiled brat.
I think of all the people on the east coast who are trying to get home, get to necessary medical appointments, or who don't have adequate heat. Or the residents of those cities in Australia whose homes and cars and businesses are being swept away in the flooding.
I have so much to be thankful for.
It's raining now outside. Our "weather event" hasn't materialized and probably won't.
Can you come over for a cup of cocoa?