…Snowmageddon: The big dump hit Illinois last weekend. I know 12 inches is nothing to what Boston, Maine and other points east experienced recently, and I may be a total little girly-woman for even mentioning it but, and this is the important part, it was really inconvenient for me personally.
If you get to experience a big snow fall by looking out at a world turned magically white and clean, then it’s all good. It’s like living in a snow-globe. If you have to get out and actually BE in all that white stuff, which, as it turns out, is very cold and makes your feet wet, it stinks.
Our power went out early Sunday morning. The temperatures in the house fell along with the snow throughout the day. The gas stove still worked so I drank mug after mug of hot tea and burrowed down with a good book under my blankie. By mid-afternoon it was clear that the power was not going to magically fix itself any time soon. My bladder was going into toxic shock from all the tea, hubster and I were losing feeling in the lower extremities and the Super Bowl was happening in a couple of hours. We decided to make a run for it.
Thank goodness for my hubby’s truck. We somehow stayed on the road, made it to town and checked into a hotel. There we stayed with hot showers, snacks and color TV, warm and cozy, until morning. By then the major roads were plowed enough so we could get to work. They got the power going again the next afternoon and we were able to go home Monday night – all was good.
This is an actual, unretouched(ish) photo of the road as we drove into town.
…Humor Me: As bragged, er, mentioned before, I signed (as a free agent) to write a monthly humor column in the local paper. My first offering appeared a couple of days ago to universal acclaim. By which I mean I got an email from one person who did not hate it. I was really touched when a group of townspeople came by the house to show their support. Little confused by the pitchforks, though…
What snew with yew?