Wow, do I have impeccable timing or what, I ask you? I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO THE OFFICE TODAY, or ever again!
Just to warm you up, here are a couple of pics taken last evening. As the day wore on, the snow and conditions got worse and worse and worse, and the winds whipped the snow horizontally every-which-way, including straight into my camera lens:
|Back yard. See that wind scoured spot to the left of the bird bath? That was totally disappeared this|
morning at dawn -- see pic below.
|Back yard, taken at dawn, this morning. The fence is five feet tall -- notice the drift where the hydrangea|
is now buried! There are peaks and valleys all around the yard. Just amazing!
|Looking toward the northeast, last night.|
|Backyard, dawn, this morning.|
|Backyard, dawn, this morning.|
For the past week or so I've been waking up at 3:40 a.m. and can't really fall back into a deep restful sleep again. ARRRRGGGGHHHH! So, sans alarm, I was out of bed by 6 a.m. anyway, my usual time. I turned on the radio and learned that - THE SEAHAWKS BLEW THE SUPERBOWL -- THEY LOST! Bwwwwwaaaaaaahhhhaaaahhhhaaaaahhaaahahahahahaaahahahahahahaha! The Goddess of Football delivered us Packers fans some sweet revenge, let me tell you! Maybe I'll even forgive you for not delivering on giving us the NFC Championship this year.
A cup of coffee and some mini-Belgian Chocolate Eclairs later, I was bundled up and ready to shovel, around 7 a.m.. Except I couldn't get out of my back door.
What the heck?
The snow was taller on the back stoop than the bottom of the storm door! I had to push, heave and mightly shove that sucker outward to get it open.
And then I stepped down. Sunk into what seemed a foot of snow. I gingerly held the shovel out in front of me, probing for the end of the step. Moved forward - nope, not it. Moved forward - nope, not it. Moved forward - BLOOP - FELL OFF THE EDGE OF THE STOOP INTO A SNOW DRIFT.
Darlings, the damn snow was so deep I didn't even make it to a prone position! I fell and was still standing up in thigh-high snow. OH, MY BOOTS MY BOOTS MY BOOTS ARE FILLED WITH SNOW.
Did I give up and go inside? HELL NO. I'm not a stupid Newton/Villeneuve-Jablonski for nothing. Ha! What's a foot of snow inside my boots, heh?
One hour and 42 minutes later, when I realized that I could not feel my feet, I went back inside. I will never "tsk-tsk" again at idiots who go out in 20 below zero weather without hats on, and then wonder why their ears fall off...
Fortunately, my feet have not fallen off. The boots are drying out over the register in front of the patio door. The squirrels have returned -- amazing how they find ways to get here through feet and feet of snow -- and all is right with the world.
The sun is out and has melted all trace of snow off my now shoveled-off back stoop. I have about a 3-foot wide pathway shoveled from the back stoop down the driveway to the sidewalk.
|Front stoop and walkway to public sidewalk, taken through my front door. I|
wonder how many hundreds of pounds of snow I moved today? Damn, ME SUPER WOMAN.
|Partially cleared walkway to front stoop from public sidewalk. This pic gives a better perspective|
of just how deep the snow is piled up!
|The snow bank is so high, you can't even see the part of the driveway that I shoveled! All those|
chunks of snow - I SHOVELED THEM!
|That snow drift I fell into -- now it's even taller after I piled all the snow on it that I shoveled off|
the back stoop and closest part of the driveway! Thank goodness I don't have to get a car out of the garage!