Okay, kinda regretting shooting my mouth off awhile ago about the weather dudes and their dire predictions, and here we are in the middle of a 100-year snow storm. Sorry, weather gods! I didn’t mean it, really, I didn’t!
BUT all is not as grim as some would have you believe. Being on the downhill side of the Bell Curve, I went out to gas up my car and buy a few groceries on Sunday just as the rain turned to snow and was home before the snow started sticking to the roads. Of course, I figured it would just be another false alarm and aren’t we all tired of that by now? I’m sooo ready for Spring!
Anyway. The predicted snow actually appeared. It fell during the night, and the early morning hours.
By the time I got up to get ready for work I could see I would not be going anywhere on Monday morning, so I took some pictures (this is the internet, after all) and called the office, which The Boss closed for the day.
The snow kept coming down until there was 10″ in my driveway.
It finally stopped around noon. People got stupid and began to drive around and get stuck because no one believes in snow chains around here, nor do they understand the concept of a car getting high-centered when trying to plow through wet, heavy, dense snow. According to the News, people were braving the snow to get to grocery stores that were closed because the power was out and they ran out of diapers.
Lets just take a minute to think about that – a significant number of people (enough for it to make the News) ran out of diapers so they risked their lives to get to the grocery store, which was closed because they had no power. Who the fuck runs out of diapers? I mean, diapers were #1 on my shopping list when The Kid was wearing them because to do anything less than buy a package every time I drove by the store that sold the brand we liked was just asking for a poo-nami disaster because that kid could shit in quantities that were scary! I never ran out of diapers – the fear was that great.
It’s not like this little storm was unexpected, either – the weather dudes have been talking about it for weeks, and this time low temperatures and moisture ended up in the same place at the same time and did what always happens under those conditions. Yes, we live in the City, but the power can go out, so you better have something to eat that doesn’t need to be cooked because if your power is out, so is that food place down the street and don’t people even know how to stay home and take care of themselves for more than 20 minutes at a time?
All of this seems so obvious, but watching the News (not FOX) it is clear people are fucking stupid and if you add some snow (even if you warn them it’s coming) they get even more stupid.
One guy got his car stuck right in front of my house. I went out and sat on the porch to watch him for awhile ’cause I’m a bitch like that. He didn’t have a shovel in his car, nor chains. After watching him for a few minutes trying to use his shoes to dig out the tires, I asked if he wanted to borrow a shovel. He declined, saying he lived right around the corner and had cleared his driveway for his car, which was parked under a cedar that was really weighed down with snow and he feared a broken branch. He decided to “drive around the block” before putting the car in the newly-cleared driveway. Uh-huh. That was dumb, wasn’t it? Sigh. He walked back to his house, got a shovel and soon pulled away. That was the third incident in front of my house, and now all the slush is messed up and chaotic, which will make it harder for me to get my car out before it completely melts, which is just irritating.
No worries for us, though – The Kid’s work is normally closed on Monday and they didn’t open today, so he stayed home. There’s no way I’m going to drive until it’s safe to do so, and The Boss wouldn’t have it any other way. I cooked. I napped. I read a book, did laundry, cleaned the kitchen and then napped some more. I’m all napped out, but at this point in the day, it’s kinda silly to “get up” and “get dressed” when it’s snowing again right this minute.
While the humans have been Just Fine, the cats are most unhappy at this turn of events. Even Mr. Big is refusing to go outside. For anything. Fuck that, he says. Which leads to the unpleasant discovery this morning of a puddle of pee on the kitchen floor. Duchess already peed on the kitchen rug, so I set up a litter box in the garage so the poor darlings don’t have to get their widdle pawsies damp. She denied it was her this time. Mr. Big wouldn’t even talk to me, instead demanding I open the drapes and clear off a place for him to sit in the window and watch the snow come down. Harley Quinn, the newest addition, has no idea what I’m talking about and is far too busy doing her best to drive all of us nuts to slow down and have a conversation. The puddle was too small for Sabu, so she got a pass. Sigh. Words were said. Threats of being put outside until morale improved were made. Then we all took a nap.
OMG! Those chins! But my hair looks cute, right?
So here we are, maybe home for another day, maybe not, but we’re well provisioned unless the power goes out (gotta do something about that ASAP) and have nowhere to go. I really should get out my knitting or spend some time in the sewing room, but my couch just sucks me in, and Netflix is right there (The Walking Dead for the second time) and I have tea and food and maybe I need another nap…
Y’all be safe and warm out there!