by Rita R. Robison
When my sister and I were returning from Ft. Lauderdale Wednesday, we heard the temperature in Seattle was 39 degrees. When we landed at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, the temperature had dropped to 32 degrees.
As I was driving home, I had trouble seeing well due to the rain mixed with snow.
This morning, I had snow in my backyard.
I had ice on my roof, which was melting and falling off in small chunks.
The neighborhood was covered in snow, too.
By mid-afternoon, all the snow had melted. I'm relieved. I'm not ready to go through another big snow storm like we had in January. Not only was it stressful, but I haven't put my new emergency plan into action yet.