Well, folks, to be honest, I think I ought to take the blame here. When I was in Cleveland - snow-covered Cleveland - over Thanksgiving, I couldn't shut up about how great it was to live in Portland, where the winters are mild and we don't have to deal with snow all season long. "When we want snow," I bragged, "we can head up to Mount Hood. And then we return to our snow-free city when we're sick of it." To the business owners, I apologize. I should have kept my big mouth shut. But to those of you enjoying the change of pace and the pretty flakes, you can thank me later. Nothing says thank you like caramels covered in dark chocolate and sprinkled with sea salt. Just saying.
It's All My Fault
While it probably hasn't captured the attention of the rest of the nation, the weather here in Portland and the surrounding areas is all anyone in these parts can talk about. We've been getting dustings of snow for almost a week now, with plenty more than just a dusting expected in the next couple days. If you read any Portlanders' blogs, you know that this has meant school closings, snow days from work, and shortened hours at stores. Yes, we've only had mere dustings, but the city is unprepared for any snow, so the smallest snow fall brings things to a grinding halt... fun for many, but not so great for small businesses, especially in these tough economic times (I say that phrase with a sneer on my lips... while I am completely sympathetic to those hard hit by the state of the economy right now and am feeling the effects of the busted economy myself, I am beyond sick of hearing those three words strung together).