Snow ... Snow ... Snow ... Snow!
We are in the beginnings of what is predicted to be a record-breaking snowstorm for our wee southern state. (Okay, yes, we are just south of the Mason-Dixon line--Bobby and I can nearly spit on it from our front yard--but to all the northerners who like to give us a hard time for panicking about snow, yes, we are still a southern state! We got a total of about 7 inches [18 cm] of snow last winter, even here in Carroll County! That was a low year, but accumulating snowfalls are about a thrice-per-year occurrence for us. I've lost track for this winter already because we've gotten so much.) The last report Bobby read to me predicted 26 to 32 inches (64 to 81 cm) total accumulation for Baltimore, and we generally get more than Baltimore up here in the foothills of Appalachia.
Apparently, the record to this point was 26 inches (64 cm) in February of 2003. I remember that snowfall very well. We were over my parents' house and my dad--who was the only person who couldn't shovel on account of his bypass surgery--didn't bring the snowblower out from the shed because he had developed the superstition that getting out the snowblower meant that we would get no snow, and he was getting irritated by moving it back and forth all of the time. Of course, that left Bobby, my mom, my sister, and me to rotate duties with our two snow shovels, unburying my parents' lengthy driveway from more like three feet of snow. (Official records be damned, it came to my thighs, not my knees!) That was one of the most miserable things I have ever done. I also developed snow blindness for the first and hopefully only time in my life!
This storm is supposed to surpass that one in 2003. Bobby and I are prepared; we stocked up on food yesterday, including stuff that can be cooked on the woodstove if we lose power, and Bobby picked up our dairy and eggs and meat for himself from the farm this afternoon and rolled a wheelbarrow full of firewood to the top of the basement stairs. Schools closed early, so we went out for a late lunch at O'Lordan's for one last taste of freedom. (I did not intend that bad pun--ouch!) It was just beginning to stick on the roads when we were coming home.
Well, I could use to be cooped up for a few days to get some work done. I'm currently in that wild-eyed omg-first-week-of-school-must-get-three-w