Regardless, 30.2 inches of the white stuff was dumped on us last week and we're still digging out. Thankfully, my indefatigable husband tackled it almost exclusively. (I did shovel a bit of the deck, but he has a "system," so I got out of his way and retreated to the house. I know, it sounds lame on my part, but you'd have to know him to understand.)
He took it slowly and broached the white stuff every few hours for two days, creating a tunnel from the front porch to the mailbox and removing all traces of snow from the driveway with nary more than a shovel. (Yes, we do have a snowblower, but evidently it's not big enough to tackle more than a foot of snow at a time. That's another story altogether and a rather boring one at that, so suffice it to say that a bargain isn't always a bargain.)
|The front of the house after Jonas|
|A tufted titmouse braves the storm|
|He walks these streets, a loaded shovel on his back...|
Anyway, it's during times like these that I am glad I work from home. I was able to juggle my schedule so that a foray into the frozen tundra was more of a cabin fever reliever than a necessity. On day four I ventured out to the local mini-mart for coffee and quickly discovered it's not just the roads. It's the HUGE snow piles that put drivers' lives in peril. Navigating around them is darn near impossible, so I reluctantly returned home to focus on my work.
Last time I updated this blog, I was concerned about a flagging writing schedule. Thankfully my concerns were (for the moment at least) unfounded and it appears that the lack of work was just the end-of-the-year budget budget blues that most newspapers suffer from I suppose. Every year the money seems to run out sometime in early December. Maybe I should be used to it by now.
I'm happy to be back on a regular schedule and even picked up a weekly health article. Will this make a positive difference in my life health-wise? I'm not really sure what I'll do with all that new-found knowledge, but I know enough about dieting to have earned a Ph.D. and that hasn't resulted in a skinny body. I'll likely just fret about how easy it is to catch, develop, or succumb to something. The more you know...blah, blah, blah. It ain't all it's cracked up to be.
I did manage to get out today to interview a new restaurateur who just three weeks ago opened his doors for business, only to get slammed with this snowstorm, which has not only hobbled travel, but also created a parking nightmare. He's still upbeat, so good for him. That seemed to be the mood of the day. When I stopped at a drug store on the way back home, a random customer happily informed me that the snow has melted to 18 inches. "Oh really, that's great," I responded. I, for one, am glad we only have about two months left of this mess. Here's what the snow looked like today when I pulled away from the house.
|Taken from my windshield while leaving the house today|
Regardless of what the future holds, I'm dreaming of my upcoming trip to Florida when I'll set sail for Cozumel, along with about 10 bands from the 1960's. Here's the lineup:
|Upcoming cruise lineup|
I've managed to sell one story in advance, so far, but am sure I'll get a few more out of this one and will certainly blog about it when I return.
The good news is that the threat of another Nor'easter has passed and temperatures will climb into the 40's this weekend, whisking away yet more of this snow, which is good because I have (yet another) day trip to Gettysburg planned. On Sunday, I'll be attending a soup cook off (hey, that's what you do here in this cold neck of the woods). You can read more about it here and keep in mind, it's not too late to attend. On Saturday evening, I am also looking forward to dining at one of the area's oldest restaurants that, not long ago, suffered a severe setback when a fire swept through damaging nearly everything. Vissagios emerged from the ashes bigger and better than ever. That will likely be a story for another day.
Enjoy the rest of your week!