String Notes

Snomageddon! SnOMG!!

It all started innocuously enough, steady but light flakes descending, barely even sticking.

The forecast only called for 4-8 inches, and they’ve been wildly overestimating all winter. I thought we might get 6 – that would be fun. I had no plans for the day that required leaving the house.

But that’s what it looked like when I got up this morning. Six inches? Not quite.

Fourteen? That’s some serious snow for this part of the world. If only it had fallen on a weekday…

This man is my hero. He lives two houses one side of me, and when it snows heavily he likes to go out and snow-blow the walks for the lady who lives on the other side of me. So he just clears half the block, down and back. I told him how wonderful he was. Then I went across the street to help out the poor unsuspecting man who moved here with his wife and infant from Florida. He told me that he had no idea that driveway length was something to consider when choosing a house…

Morgan finds this all fascinating, as long as he doesn’t have to go in too deep. Padding around the edges is quite interesting.

The dog was excited until he discovered that the snow was deep enough to reach his belly. Then he just asked to come inside. We couldn’t convince him to venture out far enough to pee until late afternoon, and even then he just slunk off into the bushes where there wasn’t so much snow. He feels the same way about water: wading is great fun, but water should not be more than ankle-deep.

It’s getting dark now, but the sun came out and it turned into a beautiful bright day. Still no urge to go anywhere, though, nor are the roads in very good shape. Which is fine since I have plenty to do at home.

Though I might have to take a break to celebrate the snowpocalypse by baking chocolate chip cookies.