the snowpocalypse
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At first it was all romantic and awesome. How beautiful the pristine, white snow, piling up everywhere, covering up the familiar landscape and replacing it with a dreamlike scene of wonder!
Then, the beer runs out. Or the snacks or something. And you get that first feeling of being TRAPPED.
So you make the best of it....you bake bread or watch movies while waiting for the plows to come. This works for a little while.
Then the workweek starts and there is another gigantic blizzard on the way! Your boss tells you that you can work from home! Great!
Then you realize you don't WANT to work from home...you don't even want to BE home. But while you are AT home it isn't like you don't have crap to do...you've got snow drifts to fight, clothes to dry, etc. Anyway, hidden dark side of telecommuting reveals itself: office is closed due to inclement weather, but we expect you all to work from home.
Oh and the DOG. Yes, she loves it. I dug little trenches around my yard for her to go to trees and such. The first couple of days she ran herself out of steam right away and was a quiet, sweet little angel.
Then at some point yesterday, the snow got sufficiently dense / frozen over that Tomoe could get by on top of it.
And with drifts averaging around 4 feet high in my back yard, that's right in level with the fence, so...sudden nightmare as the dog is over the fence, venturing out into the snow.
I just trudged after her this morning, I feel like I may have torn something in one of my knees. The snow is way too thick to drag your feet through, so you have to punch down through it, and then pull your leg straight back up. And the surface is packed and offers a lot of resistance so you have to PUNCH your leg down through it. I wonder if show-shoes would have even be the right thing if I had them...probably snow stilts of some kind would have been the proper conveyance. Or a gigantic tracked vehicle.
So I had to chase after her for about a half mile through the open spaces of my neighborhood this morning. I'm WIPED OUT. Like I mentioned, I think I did something bad to my knee.
Anyway, Tomoe is not allowed in the back yard unsupervised until March! So sad for the little doggy, but I would much rather she hate me from her crate than be squished on the road. I can almost hear it now: "I am so sorry, sir, but I just didn't see your white dog against the snow bank!"
At first it was all romantic and awesome. How beautiful the pristine, white snow, piling up everywhere, covering up the familiar landscape and replacing it with a dreamlike scene of wonder!
Then, the beer runs out. Or the snacks or something. And you get that first feeling of being TRAPPED.
So you make the best of it....you bake bread or watch movies while waiting for the plows to come. This works for a little while.
Then the workweek starts and there is another gigantic blizzard on the way! Your boss tells you that you can work from home! Great!
Then you realize you don't WANT to work from home...you don't even want to BE home. But while you are AT home it isn't like you don't have crap to do...you've got snow drifts to fight, clothes to dry, etc. Anyway, hidden dark side of telecommuting reveals itself: office is closed due to inclement weather, but we expect you all to work from home.
Oh and the DOG. Yes, she loves it. I dug little trenches around my yard for her to go to trees and such. The first couple of days she ran herself out of steam right away and was a quiet, sweet little angel.
Then at some point yesterday, the snow got sufficiently dense / frozen over that Tomoe could get by on top of it.
And with drifts averaging around 4 feet high in my back yard, that's right in level with the fence, so...sudden nightmare as the dog is over the fence, venturing out into the snow.
I just trudged after her this morning, I feel like I may have torn something in one of my knees. The snow is way too thick to drag your feet through, so you have to punch down through it, and then pull your leg straight back up. And the surface is packed and offers a lot of resistance so you have to PUNCH your leg down through it. I wonder if show-shoes would have even be the right thing if I had them...probably snow stilts of some kind would have been the proper conveyance. Or a gigantic tracked vehicle.
So I had to chase after her for about a half mile through the open spaces of my neighborhood this morning. I'm WIPED OUT. Like I mentioned, I think I did something bad to my knee.
Anyway, Tomoe is not allowed in the back yard unsupervised until March! So sad for the little doggy, but I would much rather she hate me from her crate than be squished on the road. I can almost hear it now: "I am so sorry, sir, but I just didn't see your white dog against the snow bank!"
Comments
This is why my family didn't settle on the East Coast in the DC area. Crippling snow storms. Now all we deal w/ in Northern CA is the occasional pounding rain storm w/ 60 mph winds, crappy fog, and more rain. (When we have the big rain storms, everyone hunkers down and doesn't go anywhere unless absolutely necessary.)
Tomoe managed to cut her paw the other day, and then last night she opened it up deeply while escaping the yard. $500 later and we can at least look forward to her sleeping all day.
So since there are plenty of people with guns in the US I guess you be better of to keep thim in your yard ;-)
Is it me or is global warming only in socal?