BLIZZARD 2013 - Buried In New Hampshire

09 1/2 February 2013

Story #631

R. Linda:

I'd like to say that at 10:52 a.m., the snow has stopped, but it hasn't. It is blowing around, causing one to get smacked in the face by thousands of tiny ice crystals when one least expects it. It is also hard to walk through and shovel. That's a joke. Backbreaking that would be. I noticed my neighbour had shovelled a small path about an hour ago, and now it's gone like it had never been there.

When I opened the garage door for the dog this morning, she stood there like, "Really? You never expect me to go first. YOU break the path, and I'll follow." And that's precisely what happened. I tell ya, I get no respect from even me dog!

So here are the latest pictures. You can see how things picked up overnight.

I woke up to this:

 

Hopefully, I won't have to open the window

 

Built up a bit from the night before, I'd say

 

Stonewall covered

 

I opened the garage, and the dog was like - WHAT'S THIS?

So there you have it: over 2 feet of snow. The Blizzard of 2013 in southern New Hampshire! You probably won't hear from me for weeks, so be prepared. My new hobby has to do with a shovel. I will say not a flicker of power failure, so the power company is getting good at this now. That is simply amazing because, with one drop of rain, the power goes out. One snowflake, the power goes out. With one puff of wind, Gabe is sitting in the dark! So BRAVO power company! Of course, the weather people should be taken out and made to shovel all the white stuff once again, yelling to one and all, "This storm is historic! Many power outages are expected! People and homes are in danger of heavy damage! FLOODING! DO NOT drive on the roads. They are GREASY!" Yes, that last word, "greasy," is how they say the roads are icy. "The roads are greasy, so watch out!" When I first heard that, I was like, WHAT? Anyway, that's it. I'm done. I'm going to get a hot cup of joe and covertly hide the shovel and then lock meself in a closet where I can't be made to break me back in the windy white stuff exercise of taking great heaps and throwing it in another great heap, as the wind drifts it back! YES, it's a lovely way NOT to spend Saturday!

Oh, and just so you know, there is no mail service in the six New England states. Our road hasn't been ploughed yet, and it is impassable. I hope I don't put a nail through my hand and have to go to the emergency room. Remember that? (See blog entry 10 May 2010 Getting Nailed - Quite Literally)


Gabe
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