Greetings from North Miami Beach!
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captainsblogAll in all, this season's first Storm of the Century (©2008, National Association of Alarmist Meteorologists) was about what you'd expect.
They promised us 12 inches. We've gotten barely half that. Women, I'm told, are used to this sort of exaggeration.
The festivities began with the ringy-dingy-dingy of every phone in our house at 6:30 this morning. These were the multiple robocalls from our beloved school superintendent Laura "Snapper" Chabe, just to let us know that the buses wouldn't be running today.
An hour later, we were still waiting for the first snowflake. By 9 or so, the semblance of a storm had finally worked itself up, and Emily put on outerclothes to join the dogs in their favorite outdoor snow game, which we've captioned "You Suck!", the closest our rough human translation can provide for the growls and snarls they emit as they lovingly attempt murder-suicide in the back yard.
Tasha: You suck!
Ebony: No, YOU suck!
::repeat until both are panting in below-freezing temps and every molecule of their fur is soaked through::
----
I worked throughout the morning, never leaving the comfort of jammies, occasionally checking the window and the world for updates. The dire prediction of a two-inch-an-hour pace never quite got going, but we'd accumulated a decent patch by the time Eleanor left for work a bit before 1. I waited until 2 myself before venturing out, since they'd said that was the expected end of the worst of it. Once I reached a state highway, all was well, but one look at our unplowed office lot and I resolved to get my business done and get the hell home (the Jehovah Witnesses next door had less snow on their pavement, probably from their 144,000 door-to-door proselytizers marching all about in their car park).
Main to Union to Sheridan was a smooth go on the way home, but our own side streets had yet to see a town blade once I made the turn in from there. Still, I plodded on until finally getting stuck.... in my own damn driveway. I began shoveling it, only to be rescued by the almost instant arrival of our snowplow contractor, and one backup and restore later, the car and I were safely in for the night.
There will be eating of enchiladas, and Pushing of Daisies, and doubtlessly more rounds of You Suck to entertain us as the slight remainder of Friday goes away.
Three days from now, the hours of daylight will be slightly longer than they were the day before. The next day, slightly longer still. Remember that.
They promised us 12 inches. We've gotten barely half that. Women, I'm told, are used to this sort of exaggeration.
The festivities began with the ringy-dingy-dingy of every phone in our house at 6:30 this morning. These were the multiple robocalls from our beloved school superintendent Laura "Snapper" Chabe, just to let us know that the buses wouldn't be running today.
An hour later, we were still waiting for the first snowflake. By 9 or so, the semblance of a storm had finally worked itself up, and Emily put on outerclothes to join the dogs in their favorite outdoor snow game, which we've captioned "You Suck!", the closest our rough human translation can provide for the growls and snarls they emit as they lovingly attempt murder-suicide in the back yard.
Tasha: You suck!
Ebony: No, YOU suck!
::repeat until both are panting in below-freezing temps and every molecule of their fur is soaked through::
----
I worked throughout the morning, never leaving the comfort of jammies, occasionally checking the window and the world for updates. The dire prediction of a two-inch-an-hour pace never quite got going, but we'd accumulated a decent patch by the time Eleanor left for work a bit before 1. I waited until 2 myself before venturing out, since they'd said that was the expected end of the worst of it. Once I reached a state highway, all was well, but one look at our unplowed office lot and I resolved to get my business done and get the hell home (the Jehovah Witnesses next door had less snow on their pavement, probably from their 144,000 door-to-door proselytizers marching all about in their car park).
Main to Union to Sheridan was a smooth go on the way home, but our own side streets had yet to see a town blade once I made the turn in from there. Still, I plodded on until finally getting stuck.... in my own damn driveway. I began shoveling it, only to be rescued by the almost instant arrival of our snowplow contractor, and one backup and restore later, the car and I were safely in for the night.
There will be eating of enchiladas, and Pushing of Daisies, and doubtlessly more rounds of You Suck to entertain us as the slight remainder of Friday goes away.
Three days from now, the hours of daylight will be slightly longer than they were the day before. The next day, slightly longer still. Remember that.
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Date: 2008-12-20 01:25 am (UTC)