Monday, January 16, 2012
When I was a kid growing up in Minnesota, the winters could be brutal. They still are, though I’m not there to enjoy it. I left in 1986. I had backpacked around the country in 1975 and fell in love with Seattle, but it took me some time to get it together and leave. I owned a home, had friends, yadda yadda. But, my brother had moved there in 82’, so it was a bit easier then it would have been, determined as I was.
At any rate, I am writing about those sometimes brutal winters. My dad still lives there and I worry about him, but he visits here often and we talk all the time. Today in Seattle it’s a bit like it was in Minneapolis (and still is). We seldom get much snow at the elevation I live in; the mountains, of course, get it, though not much this year. So the past few days have been interesting, and they predict more for the next few days…and then it will warm up and the weather will be saying "Huh? Who, me?"
Posted by Sherri at 6:13 PM