snow day

Jeff and I left the house at 5:30 this morning, and the first snow flakes were just starting to fall. I dropped him off at Half & Half and went to the kitchen to bake muffins and raisin-brioche buns. When I went to leave for Half & Half at 7:05, there was already a good inch of dry, powdery snow on the ground. I thought about the drive over the bridge, and getting stuck on the minute slope on which Half & Half rests, and the drive back to the kitchen, and the possibility that all that driving would be for naught if we had no customers. I grew up in New England and went to college in Colorado but twelve years in Portland has turned me into a scared, reactionary, irrational Portland Snow Driver. I don't pretend otherwise. I white-knuckled it back home, took the North Side of Mt. Tabor, just as Jeff was calling off the day he just started at Half & Half. I aplogize to everyone who is hoping to find us open during the "Blizzard of 07". Past experience has taught us that it's not worth the loss of labor and the loss of a good old fashioned snow day. So I am going to take Victor out while Jeff braces himself for a good 3 hour bus ride home.