Thankfully I didn’t have to go into work.  Nurses who did make it into work were then stuck there until the roads got cleared and their reliefs could make it in.  In hospital parlance that’s called, ‘mandated’…someone has to keep the machines running.  My hat goes off to the caregivers who kept on giving.  You are a hearty bunch.

That said, Ryan and I weathered the blizzard for this year.  As my Dad points out to my brother and anyone else who actually has to shovel a driveway or side walk, all this snow is my fault, I asked for it, and boy is he right!

(Yes, there is a man pushing a snow blower in the background there.  Does this remind anyone else of Star Wars and going through the shoot of the Death Star?)

It may have been a bit odd on the night of the storm to be sitting in our apartment, listening to the wind, unable to tell how much snow was actually falling because it was so blustery, and then to have the lightening crack.  Call me crazy because I do love thunderstorms but thundersnow?  Isn’t “thundersnow” a 1980s cartoon character? And despite being odd, I loved the whole experience.  Now, I did not wish for the electrical outages some suffered, nor the mandating, nor the other hardships people faced waiting for the storm to pass and the roads to be cleared but there is a childlike enthusiasm reminiscent of waiting/hoping/praying for a snowday on snowy nights like the one last Tuesday.

Since we were advised not to drive:

(Hilde is in the back, she’s actually a snow ball.)

We went for a walk.

And yes, it was up to my knees and higher in some spots.  City ordinances being what they are and being that most businesses were closed on Wednesday (including the malls) to discourage people from driving out and about, the residents were busy with their own snow blowers getting the sidewalks cleared.  The first half of our walk was much more strenuous than the last half.  Amazingly midway we made it to the local coffee shop which was open…yes, we do indeed have an unhealthy relationship with soy lattes and chicken cajun sandwiches. Poor coffeeshop workers.  (Granted the shop wasn’t open until 11am so…a little reprieve for them?  I wouldn’t have blamed them for being closed you know.)

And they had a pretty steady amount of business being the only thing open for miles around (except maybe the grocery store…we didn’t try to make it to the grocery store.) so hopefully people tipped well.

Being originally from southern OH and mid KY we just don’t see these snowfalls. Nor the activity surrounding them.  As we wound through the neighborhood you’d look down a street and see 7-8 different households working away at clearing the snow from the ground and their roofs:

That much snow can melt underneath and make an ice dam that can then melt through your roof and cause a heck-a-ton of water damage.  I’ve heard that these devices may be called roof rakes. They look like a shovel bent 90 degrees on a telescoping rod.

The roads are cleared as are the side walks now. You can see concrete again. But what lingers are the piles of snow at the corners and on the sides of the road.

This was just the beginning of the piling.  It makes for some creeping into the intersections to clear them before advancing <very exciting> but otherwise the height of the snow seems to make it less gritty looking from all the car exhaust so it is still quite pretty.

So if you don’t love the snow as much as me, follow my Dad’s lead and let me shoulder the snow burden.  No sense in angering Mother Nature and I’m quite happy with what we have.

Remember to go out and play in it.  Bundle up and it’s much more fun!