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Day’s Verse:
God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways;
he does great things beyond our understanding.

He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’
and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour.’

So that all men he has made may know his work,
he stops every man from his labor.

Job 37:5-7
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Today is my second day in a row being awake at 3:00 am PST. Fortunately last night involved falling asleep right around 8:00 pm and sleeping straight through until 3:00, landing me with a fair amount of sleep. And if I’m used to sleeping eight or nine hours a night, well, I just get to wait for my body clock to catch up with the time zones. Also naps aren’t out of the question on vacation days. I love a good nap.

We got more snow last night. I don’t think I’ve mentioned how un-Seattle-like weather here is this Christmas. I expect green grass, drippy skies, and temperatures in the 40s. I don’t mind colder weather (and by colder we mean the 20s or 30s, maybe dipping towards the teens occasionally) because you can always wear more layers, but yesterday we measured 5.5″ of snow, and when I peeked outside this morning, more had clearly fallen overnight. I really had my heart set on daily long bike rides with Mom or Dad or both; I even brought my own helmet, shoes, pedals, and all the winter bike clothes I could need. Sadly none of it will see any use with all the snow on the ground.

The thing about snow here is that it stays where it falls. Nobody comes along with a huge plow/dump-truck, shoving the snow aside and leaving a layer of salt-and-sand mixture to melt remaining snow and provide traction on ice that forms later. Here hills — which crop up in quantities and steepnesses rarely achieve on the East Coast — become ski slopes or snowboarding playgrounds. In the approximately 25-mile drive from SeaTac to Kirkland on Saturday night/Sunday morning, we encountered about two miles of plowed road, one single lane kind of cleared on the freeway, and one section of plowed road in Kirkland. Otherwise the roads were cris-crossed tracks left by passing vehicles. This lack of treatment combined with hilly terrain and packed-down snow makes going anywhere much more exciting here in Washington than it would be after a comparable storm in Massachusetts.

I guess it may be about time to break out the snowshoes to go with Dad and Carmel for a walk. There’s something surreal about snowshoeing around my own neighborhood.

KF quality

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