Every time I take the dogs outside I have to shovel a path or lose them in a drift. The wind is whipping the snow in my face, the only body part exposed and it seems to be coming from all directions so there’s no protected side of the house. As much as I am not a happy camper right now, dealing with the inconvenience of it all, the world is picture perfect, stuff post cards and calendars are made of.
My “Be prepared” Brownie training kicked in and I’m stocked with all the necessities. Having an access of firewood is like having money in the bank and there’s enough to last a good week although the food won’t. I tell everyone we’ll be the first to perish if a major disaster hits as
we don’t have a storage load of canned foods or packaged items in the pantry. I’m not a fan of frozen anything so I buy fresh each day and although you can plan ahead for a week with vegetables, meat gives up the ghost rather quickly. I have enough provisions to last three days and then I’ll have to improvise. Luckily I don’t anticipate more than a two day hold up. I cancelled my beginning class on Sunday as my ploughing company won’t be around to dig me out
until late Sunday or early Monday depending on the amount of snow that hits the county. So I’m stuck here. My aunt said she might be released from the hospital on Sunday but it’s the luck of the draw whether I’ll be able to pick her up so she might have to stay put or get a taxi to the closest hotel.
I have my hooking for entertainment although the power better not go out as I won’t be able to see. We have oil lamps but they fume so badly I get a headache so I’ll just have to take naps to pass the time. Catching up on sleep is always a good thing and I’ve been accumulating a deficit since New Year’s. If the power goes out the woodstove has a surface to cook on so I can heat my homemade soup. The pups and I will snuggle close to stay warm, we’ll make a fort with blankets and pillows and the sofa cushions. I’ll feel like a kid again!
This time off is wonderful; my sincere apologies to all those suffering without electricity. A much needed rest that would never have happened unless forced upon me. Life is so hectic it’s difficult to smell the roses and an outside entity forcing me to jump off the hamster wheel is a blessing. I might do a bit of much needed housework and I have four pups to brush out before their grooming next week and I plan to cover a lot of ground with my hooking.
When I got up this morning I was surprised to find snow in the living room. Somehow the wind pounded fine white powder through the cracks in the weather stripping surrounding the wood storm door and then under the inside door to leave a pile of white on the braided rug. The dogs thought it was interesting and looked for me for direction. They seemed to say, "Look Mom, it’s outside, can I pee here?" I went into the basement and there are several piles of snow down there as well, fine white powder snuck through the rock foundation cracks and crevices, settling on all the stuff we store down there. Now there’s a ‘honey do’ job to fix!
Then a glance out the back door sent a chill down my spine. I guess my new BFF, the ergonomic shovel and I are going to be spending a great deal of time together and I hope it doesn't stab me in the back with one of the H words...hernia or heart attack. The four foot high steps that take us up to the driveway have totally disappeared….not even an edge of the cement is showing. The area by the backdoor is drifted up to about three to four feet. That’s tons of snow to be shifted. The snow is piling up like an out of control Chia pet by my back door. Every time I look out it’s gained an inch or two. I can’t even open the door! By the time it’s over and I get out to shovel I’ll be standing in drifts up to my chest. Maybe I’ll tunnel my way to the car, like the escape from Alcatraz. Guess I better pace myself and do it in shifts or I might need a ride to the hospital. I have enough problems with skipped beats in the ole ticker…don’t need a total gap. Of course the wind is still blowing so I’d only be working against myself as it keeps piling back up in
that same area, so I might wait until it quiets down a bit before heading out. I’m no clairvoyant but I predict a long hot soak in the claw tub later this evening.
Luckily, there are a lot of area windwhipped and bare, patches of brown in between the sea of
white. You just have to jump over drifts to get to them. Most of the long curving driveway is bare, you see gravel through the thin patches of white, but then in two or three areas it is three feet deep. Especially down by the main road where the plow keeps scraping the snow from the street to make a hard crusty barrier along the entrance to our property. There’s no way our vehicle would sail through that.
It’s nature shaking us up a bit, chastising our lack of care for the environment, letting us know who the boss is. I see all next week is plus temperatures so there will be a short reprieve and maybe melt some of this mess away. I only hope everyone out there stays safe and warm.