Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Ice Storm!
We've had a pretty severe ice storm here; the public schools were closed today and they're closed tomorrow, too, to Hub's delight.Classes are seldom canceled at the college level, but this ice storm was so bad, even the campuses shut down. I only wish mine had shut down BEFORE I got there. Sigh.
I have never seen the world so completely glazed before. I have never tried to walk or drive on anything so slick before.
I drove my husband's four-wheel-drive truck to school today and I almost didn't get there. Once I got there, I almost didn't make it up the ramp to the parking lot. Once I got in the parking lot, I tried to park close to the building but it was too slick and the truck kept sliding backwards. So, I parked slanting downwards on the rampy lot - I figured the curb would keep the truck from sliding down the hill and into the Pizza Hut below - and went inside to send my students back home.
After about an hour, I figured anyone else who was crazy enough to venture out in this weather deserved
Once home, I realized I was trembling from the stress of driving on a surface so slick the dogs were Hans Brinkering across the sidewalks and roads. The ice was coming down so hard, it took out one of our big weeping willow trees. It fell across the driveway and Hub had to move it.
Yes, he moved a huge tree with his arms. Yes, he's already aching badly. Fortunately, he can stay home tomorrow and moan. We have Tylenol.
As for me, whenever the weather is like this I want to bake. I want to go into the kitchen and make all kinds of breads and pies. I want to get all the blueberries out of the freezer and use them. And, of course, I want to sit at the little kitchen table, read a novel, and watch Scrubs on DVD. I can do that while the bread's in the oven.
Come on over. If you can make it down the driveway, you'll be stuck here for a while until the ice melts, which is fine with me. I love company. Sit down and have some bread.
Diet coke? Glass of wine?
I love being marooned inside my house when I have plenty of books and toilet paper.
Mamacita, Scheiss Weekly