I feel as if I have been transported back to another lifetime in upstate New York. But, wait, that was 31 years ago and they actually plowed and sanded our street. We had studded snow tires, and we just kept on going. We braved blinding snow storms, driving to and from Indiana and my parent’s home. Here we are in Portland, OR and we are stranded in our house. Well, if it wasn’t so darn nasty, we could get on a bus and go someplace. We have had snow and sleet and freezing rain today,  We have been warned by the powers that be to stay off the roads except for the most dire emergency. Mr C has cabin fever. I have been chillin’ in the drafty basement studio, working on my latest creation. This, too, shall pass, right? Lisa will get here on Tuesday, right? We will be able to gather as a family for Christmas, right. At this point, I have my doubts.

I have the quilting done of the Dome of the Rock/Wailing Wall. It needs a bit of fine tuning, but I was getting tired and careless so it was time to call it a day.