SNOW
We got about a foot and a half of snow on Saturday, give or take. Mind you, this is a town where the mere threat of a few inches of snows is enough to shut down the schools for the day. The usual way they deal with snow here is to wait a few days until it melts.
Well, it's stayed cold since Saturday, and 18 inches of snow does not melt overnight in any case, so schools, universities, and the Federal government are all closed today. DH does not work for any of the above, so he set off this morning as usual. I guess he figured that if his work turned out to be closed, he'd just turn around and drive the hour back.
Just because I can't get to my office doesn't mean I don't have work to do, so after the umpteenth time of Son the Elder screeching because Son the Younger was picking on him (yes, StY picks on StE far more often than vice versa), I took them over to our after-school day care provider, with whom we have an arrangement for days off from school. So now I am free topost to LJ get lots of work done.
I also got a chance to scope out local roads on our walk over. The school was not plowed at all, so it was closed for good reason. On the other hands, the roads getting to the school were well-plowed. The street our house is on was a bit less plowed, but still passable: you can see the asphalt anyway. The smaller roads in between home and school, however, are coated with 2-3 inches of packed down snow and ice, after having cars drive over them without any benefit of snow plows. So you see, it's not that I can't deal with the snow, having grown up in Chicago and Boston: it's that I can't deal with the way this area can't deal with the snow.
Well, it's stayed cold since Saturday, and 18 inches of snow does not melt overnight in any case, so schools, universities, and the Federal government are all closed today. DH does not work for any of the above, so he set off this morning as usual. I guess he figured that if his work turned out to be closed, he'd just turn around and drive the hour back.
Just because I can't get to my office doesn't mean I don't have work to do, so after the umpteenth time of Son the Elder screeching because Son the Younger was picking on him (yes, StY picks on StE far more often than vice versa), I took them over to our after-school day care provider, with whom we have an arrangement for days off from school. So now I am free to
I also got a chance to scope out local roads on our walk over. The school was not plowed at all, so it was closed for good reason. On the other hands, the roads getting to the school were well-plowed. The street our house is on was a bit less plowed, but still passable: you can see the asphalt anyway. The smaller roads in between home and school, however, are coated with 2-3 inches of packed down snow and ice, after having cars drive over them without any benefit of snow plows. So you see, it's not that I can't deal with the snow, having grown up in Chicago and Boston: it's that I can't deal with the way this area can't deal with the snow.