Doesn’t look like much, does it? I mean, I’ve spent the last 20 years in a place where we measure snow in feet, not inches, right? I *know* winter, and how to drive in bad weather…and when to stay home. What’s a little…
Ice.
Ugh…
The first storm was almost all ice.
We just stayed put.
And we baked…
Naturally.
The second storm brought snow…
A whole three inches!
Do you know what happens when you get three inches of snow, and have no way to remove it from the roads, and then thousand of cars drive on it?
You get a skating rink.
Like, right after the Zamboni kind of slick.
School dismissed early. The usual 15 minute ride took an hour and ten minutes, with more than one instance of, “I just stopped, why is my car still moving? Suppose it will stop before it hits the guardrail on this bridge?”
It did, and we made it home in one piece…but I don’t ever remember being that scared in a New England snowstorm…And I drove through a nighttime blizzard the night Niko was born.
NOT doing that again.
Which brings us to the third, and hopefully LAST storm.
Huge by local standards…and I’d already told the kids’ teachers they wouldn’t be in until the roads were clear, so we were already good to go by the time they cancelled class…
Note to self: Next time this sort of thing is predicted, don’t close the driveway gate… it froze shut, and Sarah almost couldn’t get to work on time…
We got in several good hours of play before the strong Southern sun melted all of it…
Even made a snowman!
Now… I have PERSONALLY apologized to everyone I can remember teasing about our weather versus All That Snow… If I need to make an offering to some Special Goddess to get this to stop, please let me know! Another storm like this, and we WON’T HAVE PEACHES THIS YEAR!!!!
And THAT would be tragic indeed…
Under The Texas Sky 