Hudson Taylor are in Portland right now!

Harry and Alfie are in Portland. At this very moment. We are in the same country, the same time zone, the same city limits.

I have waited for this day for so long! The boys whose music I have been championing for five long years will be in MY city playing to ME and MY friends.

I might be hyperventilating.

All you lucky Irish and English and even Danish people don’t know how good you have it. You can see Hudson Taylor pretty much anytime you like, compared to us. Sure, you might have to wait a month or two, and you might have to travel a bit, but we have to wait forever, and we have to travel to the other side of the world.

OK, I’m exaggerating. But still…

I can’t wait to see them. Remember back when I met them in Hollywood? I had such an amazing time. I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but I’m still super excited.

Snow, wonderful snow!

We had such a balmy January that I began to wonder if we’d have any more snow this winter. After a wonderfully white Christmas, the first month of 2018 brought sixteen days with temperatures over 50°, six of which were over 55°!

This week has brought some wonderful snow, however! It’s fluffy and powdery and gorgeous.

Right after I took this photo this morning, Bonesy took off running and pulled me along like a good little sled dog. Sounds like a good way for him to get some exercise; he’s got a serious case of cabin fever.

David’s school has been closed due to the snow, so he’s had some much-needed grading days. I made it in to work by early afternoon and then worked til 9 pm, but the streets were still pretty good for my drive home. It’s been snowing pretty heavily since then, so we’ll see how tomorrow pans out!

Enjoy your snow days, Portland folks! Try not to think of Quinland basking in 76° weather today out in New York!

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

By the time you read this, the snow will be gone. I, for one, will be sad to see it go.

I love the snow.

I grew up in a beach town. I learned to ski in the local Southern California mountains, on snow blown in by snow machines. Snow that falls at my own home, in my own yard, still feels magical to me. Continue reading “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow”