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Surprise!
The snow prediction started at 5-8", revised upward to 10-15", and settled at 12-24", which I thought was probably going to be an overestimation. Nope. It started slowly on Friday night, and by the time I rolled out of bed at 11 on Saturday, there wasn't too much on the ground. But it snowed, and snowed, and snowed, sometimes with great force, all frickin' day, and did not stop until well into the night. Since I am not one of those people who thinks I should shovel out multiple times, I stayed safely inside all day, peering out at the snow and frolicking about. I thought I would let the ferrets see the snow, so I opened the front door for them. Otto was thoughtful and looked around - and Butters shot onto the porch, took a hard left, darted through the porch rails, and went *poof* onto the snow below. Panic! I was in my jammies, no sox, and Otto was also getting outo the porch to run around himself. I grabbed Otto in one hand, and leaned allllll the way over the porch rail (covered with snow), to snatch up Butters as he whuffled about happily. Then we all went back inside, and certain weasels puffed up and hopped about, while I tried to de-snow myself. After that, I cooked. Oatmeal for breakfast, soup for dinner, and caramel as well. Near-disaster with the caramel, as I didn't have enough golden syrup, and had to swap in some molasses, but it turned out quite yummily. And that was Saturday - very cozy and lovely and exactly what one would want on a snowday!
Sunday, we lolled about in bed until 12 (I had been wise enough to import the boyfriend before the snow started). At some point in the morning, there was a loud scraping-crashing sound, which we initially thought was a big chunk of iced-together snow falling off the roof next door. However, when I went down a bit later to shovel out, I realized that it instead had been the gutter tearing off the side of the house next door, and crashing down to the ground. Or, rather, partially the ground, and partially the bay window. So that was no good. All my gutters seem intact, though. So far.
Being a somewhat industrious person, I layered myself up, fetched the shovel from the basement, and set off to shovel out. First, I let the ferrets out - this time, I was fully dressed and ready. Butters did try and escape again; Otto again was more conservative, but there were no disasters, and there were some cute pics. Sadly, the people next door (see earlier entry "Oh My God, The House Next Door Is On Fire") are still not there, and so in order to be useful, I actually had to shovel both my space, and their main walk, to get to the house by the road that was shoveled out. But it wasn't bad; enough to make me feel like I'd gotten something done, without being too much work. Overall, I'd have to say I got 15" or so by the house; it was deeper in spots due to drifting. The road was mostly plowed, amazingly, though it is a snow emergency route so they got on it pretty quickly. Upon returning to the house, I changed from wet jeans to warm (radiator-top) jammies, and realized I had a bruise on each thigh from my adventure over the porch rail the previous day. Thanks Butters!
After the hard work of digging out, I sat on the couch, had soup, and watched some football. Useful boyfriend then helped me dig out the car; I'd parked back in the fancy neighborhood, on the sunny side of the street, and there wasn't too much drifting, so it was not a bad job at all. Easier with two, though! And then, much to my excitement, I found out I would be off Monday! Woo hoo! Since then, it's been non-stop frolicking, and I have every intention of staying up late and lying about tomorrow. I have a nearly full DVR, books to read, soup to eat, and only one real errand to run tomorrow. Luxury! There may be a hot bath!
I'd put my snow pics on flickr; fb didn't pull them through (heck, I don't know if this will come through either!), but in any case: pics of snow!
Sunday, we lolled about in bed until 12 (I had been wise enough to import the boyfriend before the snow started). At some point in the morning, there was a loud scraping-crashing sound, which we initially thought was a big chunk of iced-together snow falling off the roof next door. However, when I went down a bit later to shovel out, I realized that it instead had been the gutter tearing off the side of the house next door, and crashing down to the ground. Or, rather, partially the ground, and partially the bay window. So that was no good. All my gutters seem intact, though. So far.
Being a somewhat industrious person, I layered myself up, fetched the shovel from the basement, and set off to shovel out. First, I let the ferrets out - this time, I was fully dressed and ready. Butters did try and escape again; Otto again was more conservative, but there were no disasters, and there were some cute pics. Sadly, the people next door (see earlier entry "Oh My God, The House Next Door Is On Fire") are still not there, and so in order to be useful, I actually had to shovel both my space, and their main walk, to get to the house by the road that was shoveled out. But it wasn't bad; enough to make me feel like I'd gotten something done, without being too much work. Overall, I'd have to say I got 15" or so by the house; it was deeper in spots due to drifting. The road was mostly plowed, amazingly, though it is a snow emergency route so they got on it pretty quickly. Upon returning to the house, I changed from wet jeans to warm (radiator-top) jammies, and realized I had a bruise on each thigh from my adventure over the porch rail the previous day. Thanks Butters!
After the hard work of digging out, I sat on the couch, had soup, and watched some football. Useful boyfriend then helped me dig out the car; I'd parked back in the fancy neighborhood, on the sunny side of the street, and there wasn't too much drifting, so it was not a bad job at all. Easier with two, though! And then, much to my excitement, I found out I would be off Monday! Woo hoo! Since then, it's been non-stop frolicking, and I have every intention of staying up late and lying about tomorrow. I have a nearly full DVR, books to read, soup to eat, and only one real errand to run tomorrow. Luxury! There may be a hot bath!
I'd put my snow pics on flickr; fb didn't pull them through (heck, I don't know if this will come through either!), but in any case: pics of snow!
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