Yesterday morning I got up around
4AM to check the weather conditions. The
only thing that was going on was a placid scene outside my window. The local weather station had forecast that
the big snowstorm was supposed to hit my area by early morning.
Since I saw no snow except what
was already on the ground from Tuesday’s snowfall, I went back to bed to catch
a few more Zzzz’s.
I reset my alarm for 8:00. When that nasty alarm went off, I got up and
looked outside my window once again.
Nothing.
I decided to go ahead and take my
meds and fix some breakfast then crank up the car to let it warm up. The weather geeks were right. The snow was coming. I looked once more out my window and saw the
snow coming down heavy. The time was
9:30.
I gave my little furkid
reassurances that I would be back that night and I locked the door and climbed
into my car.
The roads in my neighborhood were
covered with the white stuff but they were passable if you used extreme caution.
As I traveled north along the interstate,
the roads became more and more treacherous.
I drove defensively keeping a healthy distance from the few cars that
were on the road. My commute to work
usually takes a tad more than 30 minutes.
Wednesday’s commute took an hour-and-a-half.
When I got to work, I parked in
the parking deck. I figured I wouldn’t
have to scrape the snow and ice off my windshield when I got off from work. That was a smart move if I do say so myself.
We continued to receive weather
updates throughout the day and management began to let some of the workforce
leave early. There were enough
supervisors present that I requested to leave early as well. I was denied that opportunity. That was at 2:38 PM.
I continued to work despite
becoming more and more anxious about the commute home. I got wind of management allowing additional
employees to leave early. That was around
4 PM. Now, I was just angry.
I approached my management team
once more and was denied yet again. I
became resolute that I would be spending the night at work. I wasn’t happy about it, but what could I do?
Then management came to my
location and starting letting more folks to go home. I gave them the “death stare”. They relented and I was allowed to punch the
time clock at 17:41 to go home.
I caught the shuttle bus to the
parking deck, paid the attendant and got in my car.
There was virtually no one on the
road. It was still snowing and the roads
were covered. There were very few tire
tracks that you could follow, so the trip was juusssst a touch scary.
I never accelerated beyond
40mph. The skies were gray and
visibility was less than a ¼ mile. It
took me two hours to get home.
When I walked in the door, I
cranked up the heat because the wind chill was 11°. BRRRR!
I loved on my little furkid
telling her I was glad to be home safe and sound, peeled off my uniform and put
on my comfy flannel PJs. I fixed myself
a big ‘ol mug of hot chocolate. I was
hungry so I fixed myself a sammich.
Overnight, the snow changed to
sleet. There were reports of massive
power outages in South Carolina and all I could do was pray that I wouldn’t be affected.
The picture above was snapped at
7 AM this morning. That’s the garden
flag that is located by the steps where I enter my house. The little cardinal looked at me quizzically. I went inside and got some bread to throw out
so that he and his little friends could graze.
Now, it’s 9:14 AM and it has
started to rain a fine mist. It’s
currently 29° and that means that the trees are going to become heavy-laden
with ice. I am praying that the rain
stops soon because I don’t want my power to go out.
I stuck a yardstick in the snow
and there are 9 inches of the stuff on the ground. My footprints are filled in from where I walked
in last night.
I know the folks who see snow all
the time are making fun of us Southerners right now. We don’t get enough snow where I live for the
municipalities to invest in a lot of snow removal equipment. I also know you guys make fun of us for
making a mad rush to the grocery store for bread and milk.
I called off of work this morning. It just isn’t worth it to make the attempt to
get to work. So, I’m going to fix myself
some hash browns, scrambled eggs and sausage and a couple of pieces of toast. Then I’m going to put on my ski bibs and
mittens.
I’m going to go into the attic
and pull down my 50-year-old Flexible Flyer and sled down the hill a couple of
hundred times. I’m going to enjoy the “Snowpocalypse”. You only live once. You take your joy where you can find it.
UPDATE 9:37AM: The misty
rain has changed over to snow again. It’s
heavy. Really, really heavy. I’m going to throw another log or two on the
fire. I just checked the Accuweather
forecast—they are saying we’re in for another 3 inches of snow and it’s
expected to taper off by late afternoon.
I feel a snow angel coming
on. Have great day and stay safe out
there everyone.
Here's my Flexible Flyer. Photo taken around 2:00 PM today. |
UPDATE 2:38 PM: The snow has
stopped just as the weatherman predicted.
My home weather station is currently reading 39°. The icicles that were hanging off my easements
have melted and the fat, fluffy snow that covered the trees has begun to fall
to the ground.
My local weather dude says all the
counties in my area will remain under a Winter Storm Warning until 6 PM. The sun is trying desperately to peek through
the gray, cloudy skies. This evening the temps are going to drop down
into the 20s and all this glorious snow is going to refreeze.
He said, "The main roads
look good, but getting to the main roads from your neighborhood is an
adventure. If you don't have a 4-wheel drive, you're not going to make it! Travel this evening, overnight and in the
early morning hours is still strongly discouraged!”
I’ve got 11 inches of snow. The sledding was great. I’m super-tired now. My neighbor, Roy, thought I was nuts at my
age to go sledding. I got him back by
reminding him it’s good to have fun. Fun
makes you feel young. He laughed and
said I was right.
Big Oak Tree Covered With Snow at 1230 PM |
The sun finally makes an appearance around 330 PM |
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