|Me this morning, two steps outside our garage door in the 19 degree temps - there must be at least TWO inches of snow on the ground! Good thing I stocked up on bread and milk yesterday!|
Holy smokes! When I left work last night at 11:06 PM it was snowing! WHAT? And here I've been lording it all over my friends in upstate Delaware (that would be you Lar) and Pennsylvania (that would be you Bill B.) that we NEVER get snow here in LSD (Lower Slower Delaware). Folks, last night that bragging right ended for me.
Well, let me tell you, driving home last night was no picnic. This is the first time in my ENTIRE life that I've driven in a blizzard. Always in the past Bill would pick me up in his '81 Jeep Cherokee but we left his vehicle go last year when it opened a money pit of repairs. Folks, when I ventured out in that horizontal, big wet snowflakes, I had to put on my Big Boy Pants.
|The view of Pilottown Road lat night when I went out to my car. Not a whole lot of traffic. Checkout the "sideways" snow a blowing.|
So I back out and begin my slow journey home. I'm only about four miles from Casa Tipton-Kelly. Normally I'm home in about fifteen minutes. Last night? Forty minutes. Oh yeah. Slow going all the way.
I go down Pilottown Road a mile or so, then turn left on New Road. Normally I don't see any cars at that time of night. Wouldn't you know it last night I encountered FIVE cars coming at me. WTF? Then I couldn't see the road. I was afraid of driving off the road into a ditch then I really would be a Damsel in Distress.
Half way down the road I noticed I really COULDN'T see the road ahead of me, even through the blinding, horizontal snow. I stopped my car in the middle of the road (yes I did). Got out in the horizontal show which was beating against my weathered, 72 year old face. Checked my headlights to see if they were on….they were but covered with snow. I immediately assessed the situation and wiped the caked snow off of my headlights. Viola! Lights ahead of me again.
Back to my car, covered in heavy wet snow now (my car seat upholstery - I hope this is clean snow and won't leave watermarks) and resume my slow crawl home.
Finally, after what seems like a really long time, I arrive at the end of New Road where it turns onto Rt. 1 north, the last leg of my ride home from work. Home to Alaska!
Thank God there were no other cars out on Rt. 1 as I made my right turn to merge into traffic where there was no traffic. But where is the road? Another "WTF?" moment. WHERE IS THE ROAD? Now I'm to a religious guy except when I'm in a scary situation like this. So I started to pray. "Please God, let me find this road so I can get the f_ck home." My God doesn't mind a little cultural vernacular from me when I'm making an emphatic point.
I had another good two miles to go. Still no vehicles going north of south on Rt. 1. Was I the only fool out here? I had visions of missing the road and getting stuck in a ditch. We have a LOT of ditches here in LSD (Lower Slower Delaware). Flat land, drain offs.
A couple of times I heard the "BRRRRR! BRRRRRR! which indicated to me that I was at the edge of the road. That is the sound made when you fall asleep at the wheel and your car tires run over the side of the road that has those treads imbedded in it to wake up nodding off drivers. Thank God! Yes, "Thank you God". I did have a momentary vision of my red Subaru Forester being discovered int the bright sunlight the following morning, stuck in the snow off the side of the road with my cold, stiff, OLD body behind the wheel. The rescue folks who would discover my frozen body would wonder "Who was this fool who was out driving around in this blizzard?" Well folks, I'm glad to say I got another stay of demise, I made it home. And again, with my newly found religion I said "Thank God!" when I drove my snow ladened car into my driveway. Home, safe and sound.
Bill was waiting for me, worried almost to a frazzle; poor Bill. He was relieved that I was home and said "This is good for you because when I'm no longer around (Bill is 85) you're going to have to learn how to drive in weather like this." Ah, so true, so true.
Now I was home. I could have stayed at the hotel. One of the advantages of working at a hotel, if you're snowed in you have a place to stay. I really didn't want to stay at the hotel though. I have a very comfortable home and I wanted to sleep in my own bed, not a bed that hundreds of who knows who slept in. Besides, I didn't want to be stuck at the hotel the next day or so. That happened once when I worked at the Hampton Inn in Lionville, Pennsylvania. I was stuck there for three days, literally. It had rained all day then the temperatures dropped and everything, including my red Forester (an earlier model) was literally frozen to the ground. I.could.not.move.my.car.
I live at that hotel (in the same underwear)
for three straight days. I ate hotel breakfast food and whatever else was in the kitchen. I lived and breathed that hotel for three days. Hey folks, I like hotel work but I don't want to live there. I felt so liberated when the temperatures finally warmed up and I could break free of my ice prison.
When I woke up this morning I was exhausted. My whole body ached. Wow. And I didn't even shovel any snow. Must have been all that anxiety. But here I am folks, at Casa Tipton-Kelly telling you all about my adventures. And here I stay for the next three or more days. I don't have to go back to work until next Wednesday. Hopefully all this white stuff will be gone by then.
|The view from our garage this norming at sunrise - must be at least two inches of snow on the ground.|
Ah yes indeed. Every day is an adventure and I love it! Beats the alternative.
|The view from our back deck this morning|