The Ice Storm Commeth

     By Saturday morning Portland was under a winter storm advisory, but as the storm hadn't yet arrived.

...we walked to a nearby restaurant, a cheery little place called Utopia Cafe,

...where I ordered my perennial standard - my potatoes were awesome -

​...but Romaine ordered a yummy vegetable and bacon egg white omlete with with an even more awesome  side of  potato panckaes made from mashed potatoes, a variation that  I am definitely going to try my hand at, having become a latke afficionado this past Chanuka (see post from  12/30/2016).

     After breakfast we walked back  home then headed out to Fred Meyers, the local supermarket to join the crowd of shoppers who were probably there, like us, to stock up on provisions before the storm.

     While at the store  we stocked up on my favorite Portland treat,  Toby's tofu spread,

...a delightful concoction that, thankfully, I've never been able to find in Columbus, because if I could buy Toby's in Columbus I'd become addicted and eat it all day long spread on box after box of gluten-free, vegan crackers.
      But eat it all day long on vegan crackers I did after we returned to Romaine's house to while away the rest of the day, Romaine's cozy, arty, beautiful house being a prime place for a day of whiling-away.

​   A kite fish and a sea horse.

     We spent the afternoon and evening on a movie binge:  "Chef", "The Scouts' Guide To The Zombie Apocalypse", "Zoolander 2", and "The Brady Bunch Sequel". 
    In truth I enjoyed all the movies, though my favorite was "The Scouts' Guide To The Zombie Apocalypse," the story of three intrepid boy scouts who end up saving the town, including their fellow classmates who used to make fun of them for being boy scouts.
    I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.  But in a good way.

    Meanwhile outside a soft, pretty snow began drifting down.

   An ice storm was in the forecast for the next day, my departure day, but I wasn't concerned.  I figured that either:
    1.  The storm would not materialize after all - which was also being predicted as a possibility - and I would catch my plane as planned, or
     2.  The airport would be iced-in and my flight would be cancelled.
     I figured that in either of the above outcomes there was really nothing to stress about. 
     What didn't occur to me was that the outcome of the upcoming weather event might end  up being neither of the above.  
     But neither of the above it was.
     To be continued...