Through yesterday, the forecasters were talking about the snow expected
on Thursday, now predicted at a dusting to a few inches, and the
as-yet-undetermined amounts on the weekend.
No one was talking about snow today, Wednesday.
Cue ominous music...
I
heard the trash truck this morning and looked out full of sympathy
because that job must be so much harder with all the snow, and those
poor guys ... wait ... it's snowing? Why the hell is it snowing?!?
Yeah.
I think if I'd been expecting it, I wouldn't have been quite so
poleaxed by the sight, but as it was, well, as one of my friends noted
when I complained on Facebook, "you know it's bad when [ccr] drops the
f-bomb". The language in my head is often R-rated, but I don't generally
let that out on the world. Some days, though...
I went in to work
anyway--the commute was only slightly over double the normal time, and
enlivened by an ambulance needing to get through at one point, more than a challenge in all this snow--and only
regretted it because I couldn't wail and gnash my teeth quite as much as
I would have had I been alone at home. There's commiserating and
there's okay-shut-up-already. At least it made me glad that I can't see a
window from my desk; every time I got up and looked out, my mood
dropped again. I bought consolatory ice cream tonight.
Meanwhile, Suburban Correspondent commented, "Honey, down here with HALF that amount of snow, we wouldn't even be
THINKING of going to work. They probably wouldn't get the roads cleared
until March." First, the roads probably won't be back to normal here before March. Second, let me show you the sort of picture I keep seeing on Facebook, in the last few weeks.
I'm actually lucky not to be feeling pressure from work to go in; I know people who did work Monday, and not "essential personnel" like at hospitals, either. But that's a meme, you say, that's not really what you're seeing around you. Well, you're right. So here's a picture from the Globe:
Or this one, also from the Globe:
Or, hey, mine, when I took when I pulled into my spot tonight and looked at the neighbor's pile.
That's looking over the hood of my car, so you see how high it goes, right? Now, he's the one with the snow blower, so he doesn't have to lift all that manually. But Still. That peak is probably 8 feet tall.
I think I hear that ice cream calling me.
The good news is that the snow piles are now deep enough to put boards over the top to make a tunnel so you don't have to shovel out your front walk again. This is what they used to do Up North in the Upper Penninsula of Michigan where they get 300 inches a year. --Karen in Michigan.
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