All week, the media were abuzz with the thrilling news that the Bay Area would see snowfall by Friday night. Even San Francisco residents expected to see a dusting of snow, setting off a flurry of homages to those rare snowy days of yore.
As expected, the Arctic system brought heavy rain and cold temperatures to the area for the week. Friday was to be cold, with the snow to fall that night. The rain arrived, the cold descended.
And then, nothing.
Friday night, temperatures dropped below freezing, but under crystal clear skies, each twinkling star a mocking beacon of non-precipitation. We awoke Saturday to a winter wonderland of temperatures in the twenties, sparkling frost everywhere, and the clearest of clear skies. Sunday was more of the same. Frosty morning and glorious sunshine.
The final indignity is that everyone we know in Burbank was raving about the historically rare and exciting snow they got. Our snow. What did we get? Gloriously sunny skies, perfect for baseball games and spring gardening.
Life is so unfair.
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So now is a bad time to upload our sledding pictures, I take it?
You Oregonians are supposed to have snow in winter and no direct view of the sun for six months out of the year. What if you were promised a surprise weekend of sunny 80 degree days in February, and instead it rained ... but in Seattle they were getting out of school to frolic on the beach? That's how I feel. Injustice, man.
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