Mother Nature OWNED this area this weekend.
Blizzard-like conditions for nearly 36 hours. For much of that time we averaged one inch of snow per hour.

Airport–down. Freeways–closed. Cars, trucks, buses, even snow plows–littering the road.
Three deaths from shoveling. Over one thousand car accidents. All of this in an area that’s not unaccustomed to snow. This storm was a monster.

I wound up with just a bit over two feet, but it was drifting snow. The stand for my birdbath has been swallowed up, and my garage may now be called the Snow Dome.
The carcasses of mailboxes are everywhere. Pummeled by the city plows, their bodies are bent and twisted, their lids hanging open like tongues, and many were decapitated. Geysers of the white stuff could be seen everywhere from blowers, and spinning wheels sounded like block-party music on every street.
Nary a hip young man was to be found walking around with his pants slung stylishly low on his butt this weekend. I wonder why?

I pretty much hunkered down. A few times I decided to venture outside to feed the birds, put out a little dried corn for the poor deer. Let me tell you—there are few things stranger than seeing a small herd of deer running TOWARD you. :shock:
This was after having to force the door open against the snow dune (the wind was blowing my way, oh joy).

Yes, actually, I was very, very tempted to scream.
It didn’t help that The Shining was being shown on tv. :razz:

And yes, I’m well aware that I’ll be complaining about the heat in about three months. :grin: