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?
Living in New England, in the heart of winter, there’s nothing unusual about a storm on the way. Apparently what’s unusual about this one is its magnitude. It’s supposed to be really big. How big?
Huge. Stretching up and down the entire coast and way out to sea. That is, until it comes ashore, something it is in the process of doing right now. They have cancelled school throughout New England for the next three days. Children are rejoicing throughout the region, but their parents are not quite as thrilled.
The threat of hurricane force winds combined with massive snow accumulations makes most adults anxious. Or worse. It doesn’t matter how well prepared you are. Past a certain point, it’s not up to you. What will be, will be and you’ll just have to ride it out.
I don’t remember so many super storms in the past. They happened, it’s true, but not storms the size of a continent. Not storm that affected most of the country at the same time. You can be as deep in denial as you like, but our weather has gotten weird, wild, and a bit frightening. We can argue as much as we like about whose fault it is, but it’s hard to ignore the evidence.
It is snowing as I write this. Not as hard as it probably will later in the evening, but the roads are already slippery. It’s the layer on top of the layer that was left from a few days ago. That’s the way it goes here. Each snow becomes the ice layer under the next until eventually, the pavement is a distant memory.
Assuming I can get one of the doors open tomorrow, I’ll take some pictures. Very white pictures. I’m sure they will be beautiful.
Well how about that blizzard, eh? I mean wow. Fully 4 inches … well … maybe three. Yeah, it’s very cold, I’ll grant you that and it sure is pretty, the world all decorated in whiteness. But not exactly the massive snow event they predicted.
I should have known how it would play out. The very moment the governor declared a state of emergency, the clouds broke up and the snow stopped.
If the governor would declare an emergency as soon as they predict a blizzard, maybe we could avoid having the storm at all. It’s a version of magic, I grant you, but it works. Almost as well as buying an expensive snow blower.
They are telling us we will have more snow over the weekend. Maybe just a few inches, maybe a bit more. We haven’t entirely shoveled out from the last one, though the warm weather today helped a lot. It’s still February, so there are plenty of snow days remaining.
So, I don’t think of it as snow. I think of it as photo opportunities! That takes the sting out of it.
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