Calling for Karma is a dangerous thing, unless one has a past of unblemishness.
And who has a unblemishinessic past?
I keep reminding myself of that.
I liked the snow. Of course, I stayed home and did some work and reading and otherwise just cozied up.
Memory is tricky, and my memory is trickier, but I seem to remember snow in October was frequent growing up in Bend. Maybe not this much, and maybe not this early. I seem to remember Mt. Bachelor opening up in late October, or at least in early November.
This wet snow should saturate the ground up there, and be a good surface for the next wave of snow.
But, most of all, this is just Bend, and Bend often gets snow, and why would you live here if you didn't know that? Linda and I have always thought it weird that the West Hills have so many steep driveways, and otherwise dangerous roads. We always figured that everyone up there had 4-wheel monster trucks.
I grew up on Roanoke Ave. and I'd often have to park at the bottom of the hill and hike home. Or make a run up 5th Street and circle back down.
So, like I said, memory is tricky -- but I remember snow being a constant presence in Bend. The last 10 years or so have been kind of unusual.
Bemoaning that you can't grow vegetables is just weird. The weather was here when you moved here, folks. Did you think it would change to suit your desires?
I think the booths in front of my store on Saturday weren't exactly crowd inducers. Still, it seemed awfully slow to me. I suspect that two events two weeks in a row is just too much. I'm assuming these booths didn't even show up on Sunday.
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