Yesterday, the DC metro area got it’s first real bit of snow. Since it was a Wednesday, we were teleworking. Turns out that was probably the best thing we could have done. Down here, on the southern edge of the storm, we ended up with somewhere between 2 and 3 [very wet and heavy] inches. But it did come down fast. We had few friends stuck in terrible 8 – 10 hour commutes. They weren’t alone. Quite a few friends and family in Baltimore (where they had much more snow) are still without power, and might be through the weekend. (yikes!) I am thankful our lines are underground and we are all warm.
Yup, we got a boatload of snow. I’ve done more shoveling the past two days than I have done my entire life. And there’s more snow coming.
All our trees look like they are covered in marshmallow fluff. It’s quite pretty.
Bridget’s had a blast — she did a little sledding later in the afternoon (photos of that later on in the week, perhaps).
I’ve tried to get a little inspired with my photos, but I haven’t ventured too far. I’m afraid I’ll bust my tail and break the dang thing.
There’s more snow a’coming tomorrow, so I’ll have some more opportunities.
This is what we woke up to this morning; it’s still snowing. You can’t see the truck tires anymore. It’s got to be around two feet at least — but that’s nothing compared to the 30 inches my parents woke up to this morning. Jeepers!
I’m staying inside until tomorrow if I can help it. I don’t see the point in digging before it’s done snowing. We aren’t going anywhere. From the sounds of it, we aren’t going anywhere until Tuesday…
And from the looks of it, it’s going to be snowing for at least 24 hours. Oh, and we’re here visiting Keith and Shade’ for the weekend. Actually, the last time we had a big snowstorm, we were out of town. However, I was sure to pack extra clothes and we made certain we were here before the snow started coming down. Now all that’s left to do is to sit back and enjoy it.
The part I love the best about the snow is the way that the cold smells and feels. That is, until I get snow in my gloves and/or shoes; then, I am done. Done. I have a feeling that Bridget will have a grand time outside with Brendan and Keith. I’ll have a little fun, take some photos and then hang out with the baby and whoever else wants to be nice and cozy inside.
I’m pretty sure I’ll be working remotely on Monday. =)
Today we got what is considered a good bit of snow (2 inches or so) . Since everyone around here FREAKS OUT when it snows, and it is supposed to start sleeting here soon (and then freezing rain), Brendan and I decided to take a half day so we weren’t out on the highway with all the crazies.
Things actually worked out. We picked Bridget up just before nap, she stayed awake in the car, and took a nap at home. When she woke up, I took her out for a walk before it started getting gross out.
She loves snow. And snow angels. She has snowpants, but they got left at daycare this afternoon, so don’t think I just let her roll around in the snow in her clothes and get hypothermia.
We didn’t get quite as much snow as some other places a little farther north; we got maybe six inches. Digging out here isn’t so bad, there’s just a little driveway and sidewalk to take care of. Sometime soon, we’ll only have one car to clean off. The garage still has to be organized.
The last time I shoveled a car out was probably college. Chris and I were in our apartment and I was still driving the van, so it must have been junior year. There was a bunch of snow — 8 or 10 inches maybe. Of course, we didn’t have a shovel and for some reason I had to get my car out. The guys that lived next door had dug their cars out, so I went over there to ask if they had a shovel. The guy says no, but let me get you what I used. And he brought me back a hubcap. Yeah, no, that wasn’t going to work. He was a nice guy though and since he was going to do laundry, he bought us a shovel. (I think it’s the one that we currently have. I think. I could be wrong.)
The other thing I loved the most about that year was how creative people were about protecting their parking spots. If they had parked on the street and spent the time shoveling out their space, before they left, they’d put something in its place to hold it until they got back. Farther down the street where there were rowhouses, the rules were clearer but still people would put lawn chairs in their spot. Near our apartment people put out ironing boards and art easels.
Now, Brendan is totally jealous of the guy across the street — he has a snowblower. Of course, this is only the second time this year he’s had to shovel anything. Hopefully there won’t be too many more.