There's something a little funny going on here in the Pacific Northwest:
It's cold and it's snowing. In November.
Snow started Sunday night and continued sporadically until this morning. I'm not talking a lot of snow, mind you. It's more than we might consider "a dusting," but not by much. I mean, you could still see the grass beneath, in parts. But for Seattle, that's pretty impressive.
Temperatures got below freezing during the day, though they didn't always stay there, which made for a bit of ice on the ground. Funny thing about Seattle, we have a little bit of weather and every jackass in the city forgets how to drive. I walked home from school yesterday - and this is a walk of ten blocks, mind you - and I saw cars that had skidded off into the curb, cars that had rear-ended other cars, cars whose drivers couldn't buy them traction against the ground... It was ridiculous.
Today, a bunch of cars have snow chains on, and by "cars" I mean both privately owned vehicles and the city buses. Since one of the cars I saw in distress last night was actually a near-jack-knifed transit bus, I guess this might make sense, but... snow chains?
I won't say there's no ice on the road. There's some. Not enough to slow down a driver who's used to it (and certainly not enough to make that driver even consider snow chains), but for these Seattle folk? Sure. They don't expect snow here. There are no legions of snow-plows waiting in the wings, no flatbeds full of salt for the roads. And that shouldn't come as a surprise, really. It's Seattle.
In November.
What the fuck is wrong with nature right now?