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So this morning, Steve called from CA and asked if the roads were clear. I said “Yeah, I heard the snow plows last night around 10, I think.” And I did. But what I failed to notice was that the plows did not actually go past my house. This morning, Ben wanted to go down the street to play with Wolfgang. Wolfgang’s mom said “Are you okay with him walking up here alone?” And I said, “Sure, he can walk in the road, there’s not likely to be much traffic.” “Um, have you been out yet?” she asked. Well, I agreed to walk with him or at least go out to keep an eye on him…And the road was totally covered with snow and drifts as deep as 6 or 7 feet.
Lily had gone out a bit before and poked her head in to shout “Can I sled on the road? Ms. Marjorie is watching us!” I figured they were just coasting down the road plow piles onto the road. No, they were SLEDDING IN THE ROAD.
A few hours later, most of the road was at least passable, but as of now (around 4:45 pm), the sledding hill was still mostly there. Someone with a bobcat dug out part of it, but it is still there. Because the fire station is at one end of the road and a nursing home is at the other, we usually get plowed quickly. But it’s going to take heavy equipment to get through and the whole county is under a State of Emergency b/c major highways are still blocked. So who knows when we’ll get out. AND they’re calling for more snow next week. Which is nice.
So here are some more photos, enjoy since you don’t have to shovel it and can get more eggs whenever you like:
There’s a lot of snow. There was a lot of snow already when it started snowing yesterday. And now it’s dark and as far as I know it’s STILL snowing. And blowing. We were watching snow devils blow up off the drift/pile on the back porch. As long as our power stays on, this is an inconvenience that will lead to a back breaking amount of shoveling. As long as the power stays on. I’m hoping that the high winds will blow the snow off the trees but will not blow the trees over. They have a good 3-4 foot snow base, so maybe that will help.
I bundled up and stepped outside to take some photos. It was COLD. The bits of my face that were sticking out felt like they’d fall off. The wind around back, the valley side, nearly blew me over. I’m looking forward to seeing what it looks like when it’s all over. But for now, here’s what we’ve got:
That’s the front porch. The steps are…gone. It just looks like you can walk straight off the porch to the bushes. Another view:
The wind was blowing so hard, the icicles grew on a slant:
The snow on the garage roof is up to the porch rail…
And down in the garden, the snow is up to the chicken coop roof. Luckily, there are no chickens within.
After the last snow, I’d shoveled off the porch that is off Ben’s room and is also the roof of my bedroom. I heaved most of the snow down and a lot of it landed on the back porch. And then more snow fell, and blew, and now we have a mountain:
It’s like South Mountain snuck up on us and is squatting on the deck.
Needless to say, school is cancelled for the week. And they have Monday off for President’s Day. But if it looks like they can’t open on Tuesday, I assure you all the district needs to do is put out the call and a brigade of minivans with snowplows and wild-eyed moms with shovels will be there. We’ll dig it out with our hands if we have to.
I’m increasingly convinced that The Shining was a documentary.
Ben is TEN. Seriously. I know, it seems ridiculous, but it’s true. I now have two kids in double digits, which means I’m well on my way to having a houseful of teenagers. Way to stress about the future, Deana. thanks!
In spite of the fact that I’m ostensibly starting a children’s birthday party business, I continue to throw the lowest-key parties I can get away with. Ben wanted to play laser tag for this one, so we had five of his friends meet us at Adventure Park (local cross between Chuck E Cheese and an amusement park) for all-you-can-play laser tag on Friday night. I managed to successfully lobby to “watch our stuff” while everyone else shot one another. I have a Settlers of Catan app on my iphone that has turned into a bit of a problem for me, but it gave me something to do. You boys go hunt one another down, I’m going to sit here and build civilizations, k?
I had never played laser tag, though, so I agreed to go in on our last turn. I was right. Do not want. Is there an opposite of adrenaline junkie? that is me. I haaate a racing heartbeat and weak knees. And I do not like the feeling that someone is trying to get me, even if the end result is just a buzzy vest. Also, don’t care about shooting if all it’s going to cause is a buzzy vest on someone else. Not that I ever managed to do so, as far as I know. They said that my gun would say “good shot!” if I shot someone, but there was so much noise in there it could have been saying “kill them, you must clease the world with their blood” and I’d have had no idea. Which I guess is a safety feature, so good thinking, Adventure park people! I did enjoy the black light, though, so mostly I just cowered behind a wall, enjoying my glowy shoes, hoping the timer would run down soon.
The boys enjoyed it, though, and gobbled pizza and cake in between rounds of tag. I’d been sick on Ben’s previous two birthdays, so this was the first homemade cake he’d had in a while. Of course, I couldn’t eat it, but I did enjoy some frosting…
Ben’s actual birthday was yesterday, and we gave him a video game and enormous Lego set that will take over my table for a while. Lucky for him, he has a mom that loves to sort legos.
Okay, I started this post yesterday and needed to download photos, so Ben’s birthday was Monday, if you’re keeping track. And if you are, send legos next year. Anyway. here are some pictures:
Actual birthday, very close to his birth-time, so almost exactly 10 years old:
There are no photos of laser tag, of course, b/c they would just be darkness with red lines. And the blur of me rushing to cower somewhere. But here are the lads at pizza and cake:
The boy and his grandpa:
Laser gun cake:
And, to humor me, my wittle fat baby:
Floors so clean you can eat off ’em:
He has real-life drag queen eyelashes:
But this may be my favorite. The red keds. The “spway”ing. The constant hunt for worms:
Into the next decade! Happy Birthday, Bear!