We came expecting the rain, but look...

When we told NYC friends last winter that we planned to visit Portland, Oregon, in December and January, they did not exactly support our plan.  "Won't it be cold there?"  Assured them it would be warmer than the City.  Wrong we were, as reported HERE.

Weather was not our prime motive for the move.   So it is a bit ironic that this winter, now happy residents of the Rose City,  we've been enjoying very, very lovely weather--mostly.  And New York City:  not so much. Excellent, graphic wintry photos arrayed on a post by  Chicken in Every Granny Cart,  Manhattan blogger and food maven. She is more good-natured than I ever was about work-required enounters with deep snow.

Maybe she's too young to have experienced the 1950s when women were not allowed to wear slacks in the office.  Actually, you'd skulk into the ladies' room and remove wet long pants  beneath your skirt before arriving at your desk.  Then have to put them on again, half-dry, to return to the streets and subway.

I'm sharing with you (sorry Kays in Toledo and NYC) my day on this past sunny Tuesday, temps in the fifties. After another visit to the dentist (future post) where I was distracted by windpower on a nearby building (electricity for four apartments), I stopped to pick up a brie and cucumber  on French bread from Addy's, one of the inspired food carts dotting most of Portland.  Yes, I've been here several times after the dentist--good distraction.

Hopped the bus home.  Encountered Ron, suggested we  share the sandwich  on the top of our building.  Sunny but hazy so could not see Mt. Hood in the distance but I enjoy the many bridges here too.  This one is the Ross Island Bridge. The sundial shows the direction of each of the distant seven mountains.

Of course it has rained a bit since then.  That's what we were expecting!

Comments

[Hattie]

Makes me a little nostalgic for those Portland days.

[Gerrie]

It has been lovely, hasn't it. I saw a front yard this morning that looked as if Easter had explode with daffodils, crocus and snowbells.

[Kay Dennison]

I used to the snow and would prolly miss it. In the past 2 weeks we've had 2 blizzard dump a foot and a half and another two inches for Valentine's Day.

[Anne Gibert]

You almost (but not quite) make me wish I lived in the city! It sounds lovely to just stop by a street cart and buy something delicious.

[Abby Root]

Hi Naomi,
Thanks to Skylines I found your blog, which I enjoyed hugely. Your knitting posts remind me that my college classmate Becky Koch knits with delight at Terwilliger Plaza. If you haven't met her yet, please introduce yourself and say that Abby sent you. I think the two of you might find much in common. I'm about to move to a CCRC in Pasadena and will take to heart your message about packing less rather than more. Or at least I'll try. Thanks again for the blog.
Abby Root

[Duchess]

When I was a kid in Massachusetts we walked to school through feet of snow wearing trousers under our dresses. But we had to take the trousers off before we were allowed in the classroom.

When I first went to England I was a student at Oxford. The rule in the dining hall was very clear: If a woman arrives wearing trousers the Senior Scholar should ask that these be removed before she enters the Hall.

Good fun for all around.

[ann]

Ohho! Thank you so much for the shout-out! I am too young to remember those days, you're right, but oddly enough, I voluntarily wear almost exclusively skirts and dresses to work. I've never thought of it as a feminist vs. anti-feminist statement, more of a comfort level. I, for some reason, hate pants! That said, I do appreciate and honor every woman that put up a stink so that I have the right to choose pants over skirts. ps - I could never have this sartorial choice if it weren't for the importation of the Wellie to the states!