All day yesterday, I listened to weather reports. We were going to get snow today. The only question was “how much here.” We live in a funny bubble on the geo map. Sometimes major storms miss us — including Hurricane Sandy — even though they hit everywhere else.
This big blow could have stayed mostly out to sea, affecting primarily the Atlantic coastal areas and the Islands. Or it could turn more inland and whack everyone from here to downtown Cleveland.
It appears to be the latter. Hey, how are ya, Cleveland?
This is not what I’d hoped for, but it is winter. This is New England. It gets cold. It snows. You can whine about it, but it’s coming anyway.
Owen said he’ll come back with a plow tomorrow to clear the driveway. At least we got the oil delivery, so we are good for now. There’s more than a little wind, too. The snow is blowing not-quite-sideways. It certainly isn’t falling straight and one of the things noticeably absent is the whiteness of the tree limbs. They stand naked, without any snow. Blow ye winds.
I was hoping for something a bit more moderate but these are immoderate times. This is clearly not a moderate storm. Maybe in all things, we have left the paths of moderation.
From here on in, everything will be some version of extreme? Or is it merely typical winter weather?