It had started sleeting early on Sunday. Later in the afternoon, by the time we went to a play, the ground and streets were wet, the lawns lightly white, and the snow was coming down. We went in for the 3:00 PM play and when we came out around 5:00 PM, it was very slushy on the ground and streets and there was about an inch on the lawns.
We went to bed around 11:00 PM. It had been snowing to the point that you could not see when you were driving. I put on my glasses, as opposed to contacts, for better driving vision and at 5:00 PM when we went to a restaurant with friends, it was impossible to see the lanes and much of the roads. That continued all evening.
Despite it all, when we went to bed, it didn’t look like much at all.
I looked out the window periodically during the night and there was not much accumulated. That was not accurate. When we went to sleep, I wondered if I would be able to fall asleep due to the intense winds that made it seem as if large animals were prancing on the roof. Santa’s sleigh maybe arriving early? Branches are down all over our yard and the snow is drifted. It is currently just under 32 degrees and the slush toward the concrete is heavy. I have been shoveling it bit by bit; my biggest issue with it is the biting, humid cold that gets to my fingers.
The meteorologists were spot on. I apologize to them for my constant rant against them and their ability to give us indications as to the upcoming weather situations.
As it now stands, since we are the last to be plowed out by our son’s business, I am about one third of the way done with shoveling. Our car, which was outside, is encrusted to the point that the only way we can drive it is if we heat it up and melt off the ice crust.
Mother Nature is in control and my thought is that she is angrier than Hell about the way we treat her.