…when you didn’t get what you wanted.
Eli and I went to a potluck dinner in Seattle last night, hosted by Kaliya and also attended by, among others, Drummond and Gabe. That was the good part — a great time was had by all, and Kaliya was a gracious host not only during the dinner party, but also when we showed up on her doorstep twice (evening and morning) after failed departure attempts.
Here are some of the many lessons we learned in the last handful of hours:
- By all rights, Seattle should be paralyzed by chance of snow.
- It’s called Capitol Hill for a reason.
- Real snow extraction devices are better, but square Tupperware works pretty well as a shovel.
With luck, we’ll be able to extract our car later today. I didn’t have the heart to take pictures, but if you want to see dramatic images of the white stuff further north, try these.
And to think we moved from Boston to Seattle exactly four years ago yesterday for some snow relief. :-)
Take along snow-worthy tires to change out from the racing wheels and you are home free. ;=0
Heh, yeah, that’s another of the many lessons. :-) Of course, then we need to figure out where to store off-season tires given we’re condo-dwellers, yada yada yada…
I’m sorry that my daughter brought all that snow out to Seattle with her – apparently hardware stores in Seattle don’t sell snow shovels *or* sleds!
I hear you on the tires. I sometimes long for the days of evil steel pavement-destroying studded snow tires.
Hey, I have a shovel in Seattle that I’ll gladly rent for $100/hour. Free delivery for orders of 2 hours or more. ;-)
We discovered today that the Bellevue Lowe’s was well-stocked with shovels and de-icer (the snow never stuck on the Eastside, from what I can tell), so we’ve firmly shut that barn door now that the horse is long gone.
But we’ve just arrived back home with the horseless carriage in question — even the steepest streets in Seattle were “bare and wet” by this afternoon, which was good enough. Above-freezing temps FTW!
I got within about a mile of the potluck location, but watching a truck sliding backwards down a hill towards me caused me to turn back…
Yikes. Mark, you were missed, but — good call!