No wonder my street is getting plowed every hour.
Har! I couldn't believe how early they plowed my parents' street over Christmas. My mother said that's one good thing from Curtatone.
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No wonder my street is getting plowed every hour.
Har! I couldn't believe how early they plowed my parents' street over Christmas. My mother said that's one good thing from Curtatone.
Sue, we're going to get ~38 INCHES
Wow. I mean, I like me some big snowfalls, but I don't think I've ever been in one that got much past two feet.
PIE DAY?
Ohboy.
It's easily already two feet, here. Dh can't get the snowblower started (and knew this, couldn't the last two snows, either, and I gently reminded but didn't nag, and hence, he didn't get it serviced). I am watching him walk in it. Even in areas where there doesn't seem to be drifts (and there are some drifts) it's above his knees, and he's six feet tall.
From a me-me-me PoV, I don't like snow during the work day. You can't really decide not to travel, and you end up with more snow packing and less snow clearing.
Which is one big reason I left.
I do feel bad for people who have to drive places in any kind of bad weather. I've never lived anywhere you had to drive to get around, so I forget.
We have no snow. We do have heavy fog at the moment.
...you're not impressed, are you?
Fog is just scary. At least snow has the potential for fun.
From a me-me-me PoV, I don't like snow during the work day. You can't really decide not to travel, and you end up with more snow packing and less snow clearing.Oh, yeah. The first winter Scott and I were married (married in Oct.'94) was a tremendously snowy winter around here. We rented a teeny-tiny apartment, and had to park on the street, so our car always got plowed in. We were on the public transit lines (or close enough to), but we were also only about 4 miles from work, and it took so much longer to get to work on public transit, because of where our office was, so we drove. Getting to work was a bitch, and a lot of times, by the time we came home, we'd have to re-shovel out our spot. There was an enormous snow pile we watched all Winter and Spring, near where we used to have lunch. I think the last traces of it disappeared in early May.
The winter Ben was born (Jan. '96) was a really snowy one, too, but I didn't care, because I was so sleep deprived. I just didn't go out until March.
Julia and Ben are a little angry at me, because I've told them that even if school isn't closed tomorrow, I may not send them. I have no reason, except for: Because I'm the mother. That's why. And you know what? I don't care, because I'm the mother. That's why.
Ugh, Cindy. The winter of '94-'95 was awful. I was going to school at UConn in snow central, and getting around campus was hell that year. The winter of '96 was also awful--I was about to graduate, and we got a snowstorm in early May. It was so depressing. I actually had to wear layers to stay warm outside on the way to Commencement.