As I sit here, the snow is still coming down outside. Now, it’s not like it has been going completely non-stop for over a week now. There was about a minute on Wednesday where the snow stopped falling. However, there was also a period of darkness meaning that this brief respite could have come from all the planes bound for Seattle and Portland converging over Spokane en masse. “It’s OK!” SeaTac officials assure holiday travelers, “once that guy out on the tarmac is done with the snow shovel, we’ll lend it to the Portland Airport.”
Our Mayer declared yesterday that we are officially in a state of emergency, meaning that we should be getting a 17.3 billion dollar bailout soon. This is much better for her public image than last year when she declared, “It’s just snow, folks. We’re doing the best we can.” Now, I’m sure she was just saying what anybody in her position would really want to say to all the people who are convinced the city employees are refusing, just to spite them, to use their magic wands on the streets. Perhaps, however, it would have been taken more understandably if it hadn’t come on the heels of a meeting to outline Spokane’s plan to fight Global Warming.
We may be in a state of emergency, however, as frustrating as it can be, I’m not sure I could pick a better emergency to be in. What other state of emergency gives you days off school for sledding, beautiful artwork of snow and icicles, continuous good hair days, time to snuggle up with hot cocoa and a book without feeling like you should be out doing something, and the chance for all those life lessons… really kiddo, you don’t want to stick your tongue on that pole…