Which reminds me: I really should've seen Frozen by now, but I can correct that.
Without falling once, and only slipping a couple of times, boots-clad me got as far north as S.E. Division, because the good breakfast/lunch/brunch place Genie's Café was open. No pictures; I was worried that if I'd brought the iPad, I'd drop and break it, and while I'd heal from a fall, the pad won't. (And I didn't feel like putting batteries in my digital camera, which is smaller and probably easier to handle in this weather.)
Sledders were sledding in Brooklyn Park on the way, as that's the best and safest place near here to do so. Some sledders while I watched came perilously close to hitting either the fence along S.E. Milwaukie or the batting cage, but I'm glad to say no one hit them while I watched. One guy sledded down the hill, then pulled himself along the rest of the way, like he was paddling in water, so that he would reach that fence, but at a manageable, non-crash-y speed. I congratulated him.
Plenty of people and plenty of warmth in Genie's when I got there. Plenty of bacon, too: They'd added chopped-up bacon to a compote used in today's French Toast special, which I had. (Plus side bacon.) YES I WAS IN THE MOOD FOR BACON.
The family -- a mom, a dad, and a son and a daughter -- that I sat next to, also impressed me. When they got ready to leave, the mom got the daughter on her back, then managed to keep her up and safe while getting her own gloves on. The daughter grinned bigger and bigger while her mom did so. They reminded me of what I've thought before: when you become a parent, you should be able to grow an extra arm. I'm sure an extra would be useful!
Getting home was no problem, either. I took a slightly scenic route, repeatedly checking above me for tree branches and wires in case any snow or ice looked ready to fall from them. I avoided getting conked in the head by any of those. Feels like an achievement.