I drove into work early this morning to make sure the heat pump was still working so the shop would be warm for opening and I saw all the town folk digging their way out of driveways. Without the wind off the water the snow fell like lead bricks and stayed put. Snow covered cars; feet of the white stuff burying all signs of a yard. But for us, living down here by the water, with the wind force blustering the snow in violent swirls, the driveway was bare, the steps didn’t have one flake and the right side of our house are vertically snowless. Perfect for the pups and no shoveling for hubby.
What a total contrast to the beginning of the storm as the snow built temporary landmarks by our main back door. The cement staircase to the driveway were hidden from sight and there was a drift up the porch step that arched like a huge ocean wave, reaching at least three feet high. By late afternoon the wind changed direction and lifted it all away, planting it now on the other side of the house, targeting the back deck, covering the BBQ and basement steps that were supposed to be protected by a roof overhang. It even filled the inside of the outdoor carriage lamps. This just goes to show, we shouldn’t have been out shoveling until the storm was over. At one point hubby wasted his time and energy clearing a path to the garage and in just a few short hours it was back higher than ever and then by morning was gone again. If he was out for the exercise no problem, but trying to make headway was futile. It was like hauling away beach sand with a thimble.
So I hooked the day away in front of the fire. I was determined to finish the bunnies, grass and flowers. I would have made it if not for the power going out at midnight. I had been working on one segment of sky and then the blackout hit. I spit and sputtered so much hubby came to my rescue with our hand cranked light and held it over my work so I could at least finished the area I was working on. What a sweetie! The power had been dancing in and out for a couple of hours but it only lasted for seconds, just enough to knock out the TV before it flickered back on. But this last time I waited and nothing. We lit candles but they weren’t bright enough to hook by and I’m allergic to the oil lamps. The fumes make my glands swell like boiled wieners and cause a headache that feels like thunder in my head.
Annoyed at the interference, I gave up and crawled under the blankets on the sofa to wait for illumination. It was midnight after all and time to cut the play to say good night. One of us had to sacrifice going to bed to keep the fire going, if the power stayed off all night long, it needed constant feeding or the house would be freezing by morning. So Jake, my little black poodle and I pulled the short straw and we snuggled on the sofa. At some point I fell asleep not waking once to tend the stove so the fire was dead by morning, but luckily, after the power came back on, the electric heat kicked in to subsidize so I didn’t have ice cycles hanging off my nose.
Today is lazy. I’m not sure if I even want to go into work. Shane is there and can handle things but several people have phoned to talk to me so I guess I’ll have to make an effort. I just want to play hooky to finish my rug. If I had a 9 to 5 job somewhere I would have phoned in sick, I used to do that sometimes when a book was too juicy to put down. When I get involved in a project I don’t want to stop…it becomes an obsession. I have only a few short days until April and that’s the deadline for this piece. This rug has been hanging around for several years and I want it done and off my plate. Another scratched off item so I can move on to bigger and better things. I’m hoping it’s a lucky talisman and when completed, Spring will kick winter’s arse and bloom with all its splendour. Maybe this rug is what’s keeping winter around, maybe it’s all up to me, oh the pressure….I can’t let everyone down. God forbid we have a white Easter! Maybe I’ll shower and dress and go into the shop to sit and hook, at least my presence would be there while I get the work done…kill two birds so to speak. One way or another I want the inside of the rug finished by the end of the day. I can crack off the border pretty quickly and win this race against time……go, go, go!