Would the snow please leave now?

Most sidewalks are sheets of ice, three inches deep. A few have been cleared, but melting snow freezes at night and ices them over again. The major roads are slush with ice on the sides, but side roads are pure ice and hills are impossible. Portland is immobilized, and as the formerly-beautiful snow turns brown with car emissions and yellow with dog urine, this is less and less fun. I’m glad I made it to Sue’s house before the snow fell, and she is coping well with my continuing presence, but I’m sorry political meetings have been cancelled, unhoused people are suffering, elders are without food and assistance, and children are learning what “cabin fever” means.